A Hidden Treasure(terza rima sonnet)
A Hidden Treasure (terza rima sonnet) I recall a lady in the nursing home Hard to imagine she had no arms or legs She painted on canvas with oil all alone I never once seen her without that bright smile Between her teeth with much skill she held the brush She helped me know I can go another mile Whenever she spoke the whole room became hushed I went to bless, but it was me that got blessed My time I spent with her would never be rushed Now her life is over, surely she's found rest She was one of... Sign in to see full entry.