The Closet in the Back of the HallA Poem by Waiting For My Rainbow A short poem dedicated to my daughter, Rowan, who was stillborn at 36 weeks and 6 days.
The closet in the back of the hall,
Filled with a box of dreams for the life I made Markers and crayons to paint the walls, Card and board games we never played, A pretty pink Urn ever so small, Inside a pouch made of soft suede, A pink Teddy as a cherished doll, Along with strands of hair I was meant to braid. A closet door I never open, A box of dreams I can't stand to see. © 2019 Waiting For My RainbowAuthor's Note
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Added on September 22, 2019 Last Updated on September 22, 2019 Author
Waiting For My RainbowILAboutMy name is Casondra and I have a rather heavyhearted story. I haven't written in years but I'm going to use my story as motivation for my writing, also as a way to raise awareness for mental illness a.. more..Writing
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