A Poem On My Body After Death..............

This is a poem I wrote as a young girl duing a depression ...................   What  a site to see my diying day ,a smile upon my face ,with pritty frill's and daphadiles with a casket draped in lace with ruby lips and rosey cheeks and shadow for my eyes while all my friends past the peek and whin with little cries ....I think I'd rather burn instead so all my friends don't see that made up body in the bed that does not look like me....................I know this wasn't in the proper form but just thought I'd share one of my first poems like it was then. I battleled so many days of depression but God saw me through every hour with books of poetry like Dorothy parker's that made me want to write so I have been so,a writer ever since.sofican
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May 28, 2010