Constance La France Poet Free verse

As a Child

as a child-  I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of life at that time
deep in my throbbing heart a love was born

every day I was kissed and hugged by mother
full of wild mirth and infant joy, I laughed and smiled
gone now is that love for she lays in her tomb
hanging my head I write poems, pages and pages 

in my soul I keep the memories from gathering dust
just yesterday, I reminisced a happy day of us
keeping the love from being lost, I write and write
look at me with your sad eyes

mother, I will paint poems full of love and grief
now and then, I gaze at the past with quivering tears
oh, and with my throbbing heart memories flow
past the clicking, ticking clock of life, I remove the dust

quietly, I bow my head at your tomb and let tears fall
returning often to clean the cold, weathered stone
sweet memories, memories, memories is all I have
till my last breath, no dust shall gather

until we meet beyond this domain of earth, I keep
visions of a realm where your beautiful soul sleeps
whatever time has destroyed, I must strive to remove the dust
Xanadu, a garden lovely is where I dream that you dwell

your memory will never, ever, ever, ever gather dust, for
zillions of years from now my poetry will speak of deep love

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February 26, 2015 (Edit December 11, 2019)


Poetry/ABC/as a child
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1206-944-02
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Submitted to FFI Blog Series 33 - A to Z
Brian Strand

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Quoth Theraven December 12, 2019 at 12:05 AM Dear Heart, I loved the caring in this wonderful write. Just like the hugs and kisses my mother shared not so long ago. And I wish I got off that jet for one more visit, one more talk at the ironing board, one more hug. Well written memories. -Richard Constance La France December 12, 2019 at 9:03 AM Richard, thanks for visiting, yes, just one more kiss, one more hug that never came... I will write pages and pages of mother till I can no longer write !

Kelly Deschler December 11, 2019 at 9:05 PM This poem is a truly beautiful expression of your sorrow and your love of someone so precious, your Mother... Excellent work, Dear Heart! Constance La France December 12, 2019 at 9:04 AM Kelly thanks for the visit and the excellent and your compassion !

Mark Toney December 11, 2019 at 4:24 PM This is a beautiful poem, Constance, and a heartfelt tribute to you mother. Thank you for sharing your heart. ~Mark Constance La France December 12, 2019 at 9:04 AM Mark, thanks for visiting, and for the beautiful, many do not realize it is an ABC poem !

Panagiota Romios December 11, 2019 at 1:31 PM I am at a loss for words. Your words about your love for your mother, tell me what a special woman you are. My Mother is gone, also. And I feel like an orphan ever since God called her home. Panagiota Constance La France December 12, 2019 at 9:07 AM Panagiota, thanks for your comment and visit, odd you say you felt like an orphan after your mother died. I had already lost my father and when my mother left I felt like a balloon drifting in the sky with no direction or power to stop, I no longer had an anchor !