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Aug 02
poem challenge: Love Poem
GreyBean

Rain

Today is a day for
soup and 
put-your-hood-up-when-you-go-outside,
for English accents and cups of tea. 
It's a day for
wet roads 
and grey skies.

The little girl who lives next door 
hides under a pile of squash 
in her front yard. 
She's wearing a red rain jacket
and crying.
her dirty blonde hair drips in rags
beside her face,
cheeks red from the cold.
Next to her is a muddy teddy bear
with buttons for eyes 
and a matted brown coat.

The first memory she has of her father
is picking mulberries by a creek.
He gave her the muddy teddy bear.
Rain reminds her of him,
so she stays outside while the thunder booms
and cries because she loves

(loved)
him.
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  1. Flowergirl12300
    Aug 04, 2021

    Beautiful

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  1. GreyBean
    Aug 04, 2021

    thank you! :)

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  1. Flowergirl12300
    Aug 04, 2021

    Np! You are a great writer! And this poem is so amazing!

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  1. GreyBean
    Aug 04, 2021

    aw, thank you so much!

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  1. ivyparks
    Aug 23, 2021

    I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.
    it's so sad but also it's imagery is amazing, like i can see exactly what you're describing in my minds eye.

    ivyparks

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  1. GreyBean
    Aug 23, 2021

    Thank you!! I'm glad you like it! :)

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