The barking noise was not rare,
But it was natural to care.
She opened the door,
Which was very bore.
She was very bold,
Yet she felt cold.
As she neared the gate,
She wondered who was that late.
The dogs were still barking,
But she was not resigning.
She finally opened the gate,
But she couldn’t believe her fate.
There standing was her mother,
And she had not seen her since summer.
She gave her a hug,
Then all was a smudge.
She opened her eyes,
The sun was already at rise.
As she lay confused on her bed,
She realized her mother was dead.
Her destiny was too mean,
It all had been a dream.
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Poet's Note:-
This is my first poem ever, I wrote this when I was 12.
Bore in the second stanza means, (make weary by repetition) and resigning means (to give up) check the dictionary.
Thanks, for reading my poetry.
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