A Quatrain Poetry Type or literary term is a stanza or poem of four lines. Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme. Lines 1 and 3 may or may not rhyme. Rhyming lines should have a similar number of syllables.
It's a start, just saw the mother of a 12 year old who passed suddenly about two weeks ago at my son's school. She literally radiated, I can't tell you how gorgeous she was, just something regal about her. About 60 kids came to Christ through this experience, one of them being my 15 year old niece. We aren't talking, I'm sad and this is emotional, but honest to goodness transformation all over that campus!
Missing
There's a mother in the hallway
and you don't know her name
She's striking, you halt but don't know why
but you do know she is not the same.
She is not the same as any mother
you've ever come across
in her presence is a gravity
a gravity of loss.
You don't know it, but you sense
she's traveled roads you fear
She's more like a warrior
just clothed in a mother's gear.
She is stunning in her radiance
her smile would knock you down
but looking in her eyes you see
that grief is pushing down
And suddenly you remember
the little boy who died
was it last week or week before?
you can't recall the time
and now you see the ether
that cloaks this woman's heart
somethings dear is missing
she's become a work of art
She is a master of survival
because she knows its real.
The pain from a broken promise
can cause a heart to heal.
Every time you see her
you'll see God's artisty
Simply stunning in her survival,
wearing her Master's peace.
2 comments:
That is the best poem I have ever read.
Can't really talk, or write, at the moment.
WOW
That means a lot coming from you, thank you.
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