A Golden Thread
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Sarah Mcnamara, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2021
Early morn that day
Wrapped in blankets was I,
Perched upon a velvet couch
As I sobbed out a sigh.
Paused in my thoughts
I put on my wistful gown,
Dark like my sorrow,
Screaming with no sound
Wiping away the droplet
That flew down my cheek,
Listening to the cello
As I watched the people weep
Alice was a rare friend
Who shall not be forgotten
The golden thread of her selfless ways
Woven in my soul to blossom