Poetry/Lipogram/Verse/How Much More God Copyright Protected, ID 10-1584-377-08 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, October 08, 2023 For the International Contest, Lipogram Sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 10/30/2023
First Place
I will look to times no more, to this girl of eleven; to the old house on the perfect street, I loved it there, we loved it, the worn wood floors, the big olden kitchen, the lovely flowers mom grew outside, I will never forget the trees, the drooping green; the pond where ducks drifted, feeding the squirrels nuts. But, one night fire took our home, we were out of town visiting; returning to this empty shell destroyed, gone my dolls, my teddies, my books, my kitten, gone mom's photos, our everything. We stood in shock together on the street weeping, neighbours comforting us; the truth sinking into our souls, our wounds of loss open wide, bleeding, our grief of my sisters not long gone demise fresh. Mom held her precious new born boy tight, holding me by her side, oh how I cried ! Thinking how much more God ?
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