A humble spirit
Kneels to pray
Beside the grave
On cold, damp day.
No anger..no
In the grief
Old knees wet
A thought to keep.
Many years
Upon the earth
A life that seemed
Often cursed.
Like a ghost
She stooped slightly
In her faith
Her prayers but nightly.
For the child
She gave birth to
In her God
Her faith stood proudly.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2025 03:20
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Comments3
A true picture of humility. 🙏🏻🕊
Very kind, thanks
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻🕊
Beautifully written this poem flowes off the tongue easily. Very nice
much appreciated thanks
A gentle easy flowing and enjoyable write
glad you liked it, thanks
You are very welcome
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