She’s a book,
Well read,
Countless times,
Crinkled pages,
Warped,
Wavy,
Stained,
Adored.
Crooked spine,
Clings,
Holds tight,
Determined,
Delicate,
Yet strong.
She’s a book,
So loved,
Shes tattered,
So read,
She’s exhausted,
So dependable,
She’s frayed.
Pages,
Once crisp,
Now soft,
Used,
In time,
She’ll physically fade,
Remembered,
Respected,
Forever,
She stays.

An extended metaphor for a woman?
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Yes ma’am 😊
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Well done!
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Thank you!! 🤩
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You’re welcome, Didi!
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I love the double meaning of this piece. So very well done!
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Thank you! 🤩
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You’re very welcome! 😊
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I love this poem, Didi
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Thank you Robbie! I feels nice to write poetry again ❤️
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I see a human in those words the marks of life and love tea stained from the comfort given, wrinkled, sapped and exhausted, from the giving his or herself.
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Yes! ❤️
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I love this
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Thanks Misty!! ❤️
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Didi, nicely done. I think my daughter’s Harry Potter books are like this. Keith
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Books like this are the best!
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