A villanelle

This is a poem I had to write for my English class. Just thought you might like to see it.

The Child She Fondly Recalls
Upon the grave, the snow slowly falls

As the watching mother gently weeps

For the child she fondly recalls.



All the childhood sibling squalls

Falls to the wayside and seeps

Into the grave as the snow slowly falls



Her hands graze across the baseballs

That bring forth the memories she reaps

Of the child she fondly recalls.



She thinks of all the long hauls

Made in the nights with little or no sleep

As upon the grave, the snow slowly falls



No more late night crawls

To give his sister the creeps

By the child she fondly recalls.



The wreath that she lovingly installs

Where he now forever sleeps

In the grave as the snow slowly falls

For the child she fondly recalls.



- drc, 2008