Brimming love potion at sunrise
ornate cookies of motherhood,
drape our savored taste buds;
'Oh! She must love to cook'.
Sliding 'neath her pillow of dusk,
mom's poetry flashes secrets.
May 25, 2020
HEXASTICH IT Poetry Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Title Chosen: FLASH
~~Winner: 4th Place
STRAND no 780, any theme any form Contest
~~Winner: 3rd Place
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