For Her



The orange orb rises from its slumber

My eyes are still shut tight

The loud noise rings on a particular number

I awake with great delight


She is sitting on my shelf

A woman frozen in time

I could not hellp myself 

for she looked like a dime


But she is gone

for where she is there is no darkness

and I am here to coninue on

to feel heartless


If only I had a few

Oh how old she were

For everything I do

I do for her

This poem is about: 
My family
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