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On Feather wings & the Silent Dark
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
629
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Lil Angel's First Party
Lil Angel's First Party
He's so pretty
A little doll all dressed up
For the last party of his life
Everyone is invited
All the women with make-up to hide their dreadful red eyes
All the men in dark pressed suits
"It's such a shame", someone whispers
His pretty self is lowered into a bed of softest velvet
After all, it will be his only new bed for eternity
No expense is too much
For this little angel
This little angel laid to rest underneath a concrete replica
As he soars up to join those of less substance
p.s. This poem is inspired on an old memory of my mother's which she told me. She had to attend a neighbor's child funeral when she was just little. Also, inspired by "Concrete Angel" music video by Martina Macbride.
He's so pretty
A little doll all dressed up
For the last party of his life
Everyone is invited
All the women with make-up to hide their dreadful red eyes
All the men in dark pressed suits
"It's such a shame", someone whispers
His pretty self is lowered into a bed of softest velvet
After all, it will be his only new bed for eternity
No expense is too much
For this little angel
This little angel laid to rest underneath a concrete replica
As he soars up to join those of less substance
p.s. This poem is inspired on an old memory of my mother's which she told me. She had to attend a neighbor's child funeral when she was just little. Also, inspired by "Concrete Angel" music video by Martina Macbride.