Aganist her willA Poem by rosemary keoghShe walked into the room, Like a flower she was in bloom, Golden hair and sparkling blue eyes, lips the colour of berries from the wild. Standing tall, she showed true grace and this sweet girl she knew her place, corset pulled in at the waist, with a simple satin lace. You could see it in her face, she had to put her feelings second place. To please the people of her race, They let her down with much disgrace. She was sold to a rich man, Who had many acres of land, She was forced to take his hand And she did not understand, She was young and naive and she had to agree, to the bear the children of this sleaze, in her heart she wants to leave. So many years go by she’s looking worn out by her voyage. She’s worked so hard all her life, her children grown up by her side.
Then the day it finally comes, when her husband passes on. She has mixed feeling, now he’s gone But takes her children and moves on.
© 2011 rosemary keoghReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 24, 2011 Last Updated on December 18, 2011 Authorrosemary keoghdublin, IrelandAbouthi in new to this and would like to get better. im a mother of 5 children and a carer. so if u like or if u dont plz leave a comment either way. thank you hope to learn a lot from here. :) more..Writing
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