Written By: Rosie Lemmons
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Ou` Sont Les Rime?
Ou` sont les rime? That's all that she wrote No. Wait... Don't forget the red, circled D I was then seventeen And while reading her note Rubbed the bruise Through my worn cotton sleeve Where are the rhymes? A teacher once queried My prose was erratic - askew What did I care About stanzas and verse When spirit was broken and blue? Ou` sont les rime? The years sped by fast I'd all but forgotten Her note till we passed Husband and daughter and carriage and me Ailing, alone; broken marriage and she Where are the rhymes? Somehow it seemed I was pulled back in time No... make that careened Here are some rhymes And stanzas and verse With healing and comfort and JOY Please disperse... |