words were her photo albums
she’s been called a poet
she’d capture picture-perfect moments
and keep them in her sonnets
timeless were her oldest rhymes
endless were her bluest skies
her gallery of precious times
has kept her soul alive
she’d often wish her reel would not
run out of colored threads
so she could leave behind a work
no weary soul forgets
but as her auburn strings grew short
denying her requests
with tears she wrote, “the end”
to find she had the right regrets
featured image: https://pin.it/hqnq64s4viisnh
Sparkles and Poetry 