Mollie Rose
The smiling face that looks out at me
from that funny old picture frame-
Can no longer hold me in her arms
or call me by my given name
Always a part of my daily life
it sits right there on the shelf-
Sometimes when I look at her
it seems I'm looking at myself
Beloved mother gone to soon
forever you are my Mollie Rose-
Waiting there for me to join you
where the river of life forever flows
For the Picture Frame contest...
I have an old picture of my mother
Mollie, taken when she was about 16.
I am her clone...lol
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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