Portchester Castle by Millennia Rose
Distant memories fading,
a tear rolls from my eye.
I'm visiting her favourite place,
I struggle to say good bye.
Covered in rocks and walls too high to reach,
strolling along the shore.
She's in a better place now,
but why did she shut the door?
I detect the smell of freshness,
its reminding me of her.
I have no clue how to handle this,
my mind is such a blur.
She used to come here every day,
hear the birds sing.
It's calm and peaceful all the time,
I feel in control like a king.
I like the way the sun rises,
creates a pretty shade.
I feel as though I was right here,
when this magical place was made.
I guess this is the time mother,
time to say good bye.
You can finally live your dream here now,
spread your wings and fly.
I seize the opportunity to see you,
your ashes on the ground.
You can come to your place everyday,
any time, no stress, no sound.
I could say you inspired me,
you gave me lovely taste.
Thanks to your inspiration,
I know my favourite place.
©2014 Millennia Rose
Poem Background
This poem was written recently by my 14 year old daughter, in a single lesson whilst at school, having been given the task of writing a poem about her favourite place. Portchester castle is where her mothers ashes are scattered, after her death when Millennia was only 3. A winning entry in her School poetry competition, and has won herself a day-trip out with the school.Whilst I may well be biassed (a daddy prerogative), I do have to say that this work stands up well amongst my own poetry, and i am proud to publish it here on my poetry blog along with my own poems.
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