Constance La France Poet Rhyme

A Fearless Spirit

            My mother was a real winner,
she kept all of her pain inner;
Mom became sick at just thirty,
but still lived a life carefree.
    Mom's hobby was bargain shopping,
        she could do that till she was dropping;
out for lunch with friends and cooking meals,
and life went on like turning wheels.
    Until, her condition got much worse,
        she needed oxygen- Oh, what a curse!

            But that did not stop her from life,
such courage in a mother and wife;
then, she needed a walker to get around,
I kept my tears inside or I would drown.
    She tried to do her best each day,
        so fearless- Lord help her I would pray;
then, she needed a wheelchair all the time,
she was my hero because still she smiled sublime.
    The day she could not leave the bed I wept,
        I held her had while she slept;
          she left me quietly without a complaint,
            it was only then I could let go of restraint. 

This poem my not be fancy or even out of the box but it is
written with all my love and respect for a fearless spirit.

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April 21, 2017

Rhyme/A Fearless Spirit
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Shadow Hamilton

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Janice Canerdy April 30, 2017 at 2:27 PM A 7 for this moving, WINNING poem, Constance. Janice

Shadow Hamilton April 30, 2017 at 5:23 AM I feel your pain in every line Connie a superb tribute to a very brave lady. Fancy is as fancy does lol and was not required here. big congrats on 3rd hugs Constance La France April 30, 2017 at 10:04 AM Thank you so much Shadow, you have made me very happy today. The anniversary of my moms death.

Kai Michael Neumann April 25, 2017 at 3:20 AM Maybe not fancy, but heartfelt and a great tribute. I am sad with you. Kai Constance La France April 25, 2017 at 7:35 AM Kai, thanks for visiting and for the nice compliment, mom was not a fancy person but she was real and loved by all who ever met her, at her funeral there was a long lineup , I said to my sister, I wonder who is so important. When we entered the funeral home we realized it was for mom they stood waiting to pay their respects, imagine that, people who had known her as a child came, people in the neighborhood, coworkers, everyone who had met her came...

Eric Boddie April 21, 2017 at 9:55 AM my dear friend....your mom got it in....because i see it in you....in all the writing that you do....she forever Lives inside your heart....trust me on that....some people think i am smart....;) Constance La France April 25, 2017 at 7:38 AM Eric, thanks for visiting my poem, it is true I did inherit a lot of my mothers trait and I am blessed for that, there is also a lot of my grandma in me, there is not a day she is not in my heart

White Wolf April 21, 2017 at 1:50 AM Strikingly beautiful, Constance! I found this quite breathtaking! Best of luck to you. Constance La France April 25, 2017 at 7:41 AM Rick, thanks for visiting my poem and for the compliment

Miraj Raha April 21, 2017 at 1:49 AM A lion-hearted write, Broken. Constance La France April 25, 2017 at 7:42 AM Miraj, thanks for visiting my poem and for the comment, yes lion-hearted would describe my mom