Tag Archives: gentle

Defining Character


Her worn hands were tired

And so was her weary mind

She spent her days working

For the spoiled and unkind


Her days were long

And her nights were short

Yet through all the struggles

She remained a good sport


She tried her best

To satisfy every need

Of her rich employer

Who was laden with greed


Through the years

She remained faithful and kind

And everyone missed her

On the day she resigned


She still has not been forgotten

As she was loved for her gentle ways

Seems it’s our character which defines us

Even beyond our earthly days


Written by, Michelle Cook

Poetry prompt: Tired hands and mind.

Photo credit: Pixabay.com




Your gentle spirit

Makes me smile

You’ve got your own

Unpredictable style


You walk to the beat

Of your own drum

I love to listen to you

Sing and hum


Like a bird in flight

Your spirit soars

The music you compose

Is completely yours


Your artistic skills

Are quite impressive

Through drawing and writing

You’re so very expressive


I’m amazed by your talent

And how gifted you really are

You’re my sweet daughter Brianna

My bright shining star!



Written By, Michelle Cook

A Wisp of a Whisper


I heard one night

A whisper in my dream

A soft voice

So kind and gentle

I smiled as I saw

The face of a little girl

Standing right in front of me

She smiled so brightly

And laughed so brilliantly

She took my hand

And led me through

The dark and winding path before us

Hand in hand

We walked through

This ever-going dream

She whispered to me

All sorts of things

She told me stories of long ago

Good and bad times of her life

She always told them in her small voice

I couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with her

As she told me these momentous memories of hers

For a long time

She and I walked this long road


I went on with her

When I realized something quite odd

I looked at the shadows around us

And then

I realized that all this time…

She had been protecting me

All this time while I was with her

From horrible monsters

These nightmares

Had followed us

But every time she made me smile

Made me laugh

A little light would appear

And they went

Far, far away

And slowly

The light had grown bigger and brighter

Now standing before me

A great big opening showed me a light

What was there?

I had yet to know

She held my hand and ran with me towards the light

And in we went…

The light

So familiar

I realized

It was none other than her

This little girl

She had once existed

Once she was someone out there

And one day

She disappeared

Erased from all who knew her

And even the earth itself

Have all forgotten her

And now what is left of her

Lives as a wisp of what had been

Her long forgotten spirit

Lives in me

Way back in the tip of my memories

Hidden from me

She fought so hard to reach out to me

And finally

She came forward

And awakened

What I had sorely forgotten

The brilliant light of the many memories of me and her

Shone so great I had to shield my eyes from it

The blinding light that burned me so greatly

With its amazing brilliancy

Gently, she brought my arm down from in front of me

She took my arms

And hugged me one last time

With one last smile on her lips

She told me

That even though her existence

Had been erased from my mind

The memories

Mine and hers

Would always remain in our hearts


Poem By,

Brianna L. Cook, age 13

Photo credit: pixabay.com