A December Day.

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Dec 16, 2020 

It was late afternoon
Of a December day
Emily was slowly
Just slipping away.
Lying there breathless
So frail and in pain
The Doctor was sent for
But all was in vain.
     **********
Her sisters remembered
Their walks to the falls
The trips to Top Withens
And the Curlew calls.
Yes, with Emily gone
At just thirty years old
Her private life's story
Was there to be told.

Geoffrey Heath Price.   15. 12. 2020.

 

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