She was the only girl her parents had.
They treasured her feminine presence.
She was lovely in both body and spirit.
She had a sweet, angelic essence.
They named her Anita Sophia Jane.
Her middle name matched her mothers.
Her complexion was beautiful, soft and clear.
Her hair was dark like her brothers.
She grew up to be a lovely woman.
She was feminine in all of her ways.
She tried to live a good clean life.
It was her daily habit to pray.
When she grew up, she became a bride.
She had four children born two years apart.
He second son died soon after birth.
It nearly broke her heart.
Her remaining children were her oldest son,
and her two younger little girls.
She thought of her children as precious gems,
Diamonds and rubies and pearls.
Anita has passed now, a few years ago.
She was a bit past eighty three.
I imagine her reunited with Alan, her son.
They keep each other company.
We think about her all the time.
We miss her contagious laughter.
We know she is in a better place.
In the eternal, heavenly, hereafter!
09/09/2015 (Copyright-Juanita J.Bussmann)
Very nice poem! I don’t know what’s the inspiration behind this poem….but i sense it’s something/ someone close to your life! Correct me if I’m wrong.