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Twirling Beads
by Sandra Martyres
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Wrapped up & seated in her easy chair
The elderly lady looked comfortable
As she twirled each bead of her rosary
Mumbling what sounded like a prayer
By the time she reached the tenth bead
She had forgotten how to go further
Her granddaughter took over from there
The string of prayers continued until
She fell asleep on her chair never to
Awaken again, the end was so peaceful
She had been a religious woman in life
And died too with a prayer on her lips

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April 21, 2011
More By: Sandra Martyres
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Sandra, some emotions need special care while handling; and particularly so when they are being rendered into verse.

The essence of every poem is story telling; expressing to attract the readers attention. But it should not stop at that. It should leave the reader craving for more or compel the reader to contemplate.

This poem does so despite some breaks in rythm !

Ravinder Malhotra
04/24/2011 01:06 AM

Comment you are really very kind with your comments..thanks

sandramartyres
04/23/2011 06:21 AM

Comment really nice!! touchy!!

Rupradha
04/23/2011 05:33 AM




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