A free-written poem, in three minutes, from the prompt "Born Again" suggested in the Chilli Studios writing group.
They saved the family Bible,
Annabelle brought out her pink one-ear frayed rabbit
And Peter his treasured letter from Lord Nelson.
But granny was too frail, upstairs,
Bed ridden beyond the burning stairs.
So she died.
They shared their memories.
The way granny laughed at misfortune,
Sloppy kissed the children with twinkled eyes.
They missed her stories of pirated witches.
And in younger years, granny painted naked sailors.
She lived again.
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