POEMS

Poems about my life

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Poems about my life

Mitzi Leahy

AN ODE TO BELLA

A poem for my daughter Bella who sadly has died

BELLA MEANS BEAUTIFUL

Bella means beautiful Bella, it means beautiful. She was. Deep dark eyes, golden smile, skin the colour of olive oil.

ROSES

ROSES There’s roses growing against my wall, They range in size from large to small. Their colour is a sight to behold, They’re making a statement, being quite bold.