I Have Good News, Mom
With all the bad- I got good news,
for five months I have had the blues;
all my thoughts tangled up with muse,
to despair I said- I refuse;
just worked on hobbies to amuse.
My mind went to awful places,
I prayed to God for his grace's;
friends gave me blooms and embraces,
I wept at roses in vases.
Waiting was endless and scary,
I became quite solitary;
my home a safe sanctuary.
I did a lot of soul searching;
there was a lot of soul aching.
then the phone call came - no cancer
I am thinking about tattoos,
of butterfly wings and faces;
visited the cemetery,
told my mom the good news shaking;
whispering- mom, got the answer.
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March 27, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Minuanetta/I Have Good News, Mom
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1239-391-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for Minuanetta Contest
sponsor, Emile Pinet
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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