A Poetess Fondly Recalls
My Mother-In-Law
Her last years, were on the Internet spent.
Loving chatrooms and then...Mother found a poetry site.
Heavens! How excited was she!
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Thus, she spent her waning years writing poetry.
How she loved mankind and her fellow-poets!
She signed her comments, with "Love, Helene."
Poets had no idea in a wheelchair bound, was she!
Her poetry young and vital, like a blooming cherry tree
One day Mom was hysterically crying.
In her mailbox, a threatening email did lay.
Sent her by a far younger, enraged female poet.
Who, oh so wrongly, accused my Mother of being after 'her' man.
As if these dying woman, could cross an ocean.
What did the frenzied poet think?
An older, sick woman was Peter Pan?
I did my best to calm tearful Mother down.
Oh, I wanted to choke this female poetess clown!
Mom is in her grave now~ sorry to say.
But, now I find myself, just like her in love with poetry.
it's such pleasureable play.
The world so full of jealousy,envy, greed and hate.
And we humans, don't understand, this will not end
Until this world is gone and we stand at heaven's gate.
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Just be kind and generous to one another.
We act as gods who foolishly think,
We can bring peace and the world together?
That will happen one day, read the Good Book!
Lighten up, respect each other and stop acting like a
foolish, egotistical, enlightened schnook.
February 11, 2020
2:15pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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