Ribbons
She awoke with a crook in her neck
and a frown on her face.
Her hair in a whirl
and life in distress
but,
The thought of the little girl
that lived upstairs;
her ribbons, floating in the air, were so so pretty.
she sat, and thought again.
she was alive. so she smiled.
she asked for forgiveness and began her day.
This poem is about:
Our world