Storyteller Emma Jean

I’m wearing a sparkling blue ring,

from precious Mother Emma Jean.

This ring gives me power to storytell,

Emma Jean told stories and she did it well.

Now she told a story I will never forget,

she weaves the story of the “Headless Horseman”.

telling her story in Missouri at a really young age,

better then Grimm’s Fairy Tales writes it on the page.

Her voice changes in fluctuation and stance,

weaving words like a rhythmic dance.

Even though Emma Jean’s gone,

I will tell her stories so they will live on.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.15,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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