Little Soul


Once upon a time there lived a happy little soul.

Tulips were her favourite flowers. Red ones, Yellow ones she didn’t mind, she loved them all.

Freely she would wander. Exploring every inch of what surrounded her.
For she was an outdoor spirit,  freed by the fresh air that filled her lungs.

Five years of age, the world was her oyster. Not a care to be had.

Six months she was given. No more talk, all forgiven.

Seven visits in just a week, so weak.

Hate to see her, I can’t stand to be helpless.

Nine minutes, it took to say.

Tenant of heaven now she resides, gone to stay.

*I started this poem trying to use the numbers 1 to 10. I never expected it to contain the story it has finished up with.

© C Webber 2017


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