Poetry by M.P.
She sat but a statue in the upholstered chair
Her burden weighed heavy, too much to bear
She emitted not a sound, nor movement made
For thoughts of the parents who peacefully laid
In death would they find a just reprieve
Oh, how unfeeling of them to give in and leave
In her mourning garb she was determined to remain
Outward and inward she struggled in vain
About the Poet
M.P is a medic from East London, where she lives and studied. Her work has never previously been published before or appeared online. She has experimented with words for a long time and has started many works of fiction which are as yet in their infancy.