Notes About The Poem

Chilled
Chilled
The “Christmas Freeze” of ’83 left Mom’s prize Oleander wilted
Bemoaning its demise, her heart gave way in the backyard
Irony cast its spell in spring and revived the Oleander...
If only it could have done the same for Mom
*July 26, 2020
For Constance La France’s “Four Lines Poetry Contest”
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