Poems ✍️

She sat with sadness mulling about in her heart
anxiety and depression soon became her norm.
As she used her arms to raise from her seat,
Millie sat back realizing... this is the midst of a storm.

Years of ups and downs, failures and successes too,
still toward the end of the road, little to be seen.
Her reflection added to that harsh and torrential storm,
folds and wrinkles replaced what was once adored.

Her literary discourse retreated within
no inspiration, no encouragement left to share.
One question arose time after time
what legacy will she leave behind.

Millie lost what she took for granted
her memory seemed to fade,
her eyes took long to focus clear
and her hearing loss... yes all became aware.

This storm perhaps was the most harsh of all
hence no starting point to begin again.
No more comforting arms, no reassuring glances,
no helping hands from old loving friends.

She folded her hands beneath her chin
and she gazed with a slight smile etched upon her face.
Staring into the solemness of her room, she screamed,
you selfish beast, me you'll not consume.

She'll rise again, this old broad of the Blues
she'll sing her songs and blast her words
O you might hear or see her on the evening news
don't forget Millie's back, haven't ya heard.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 3/2015