This is my 32 attempt in FreeWriting conducted by @mariannewest. Today's topic might bring out some of my fantasies. Today's prompt want me to compose a short poem.
Weekend Freewrite -3/14/2020 - Single Prompt Option
A kindly pair of arms reaching out,
Where a child dies silently
And in the dark, one warm smoky air
Sings a lullaby, giving comfort to the one
Who dies alone. The flowers blooming in the parlor
Somehow send the children back into the dark
But their gentle touch awakens some part of them
In which light and joy are instilled to restore the day
When you were made whole again. There are so many flowers
One is always blooming.
A coal-black path
Is crested by a beautiful golden sun
There is life for everyone