Constance La France Poet Free verse

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I Have Things To Tell

It took me hours and hours on the bus to arrive Mother,

and by the time I got to your tomb the red rose I picked

was wilted but still full of love.  I have things to tell you Mom.

Sad things and happy things, things only you would understand.  

Sitting on the grass amongst the tombs I trace your beautiful

name with my finger.  And I remember . . . 


all the times at the kitchen table when I told you my

worries and you listened and did not say a word until I finished.

And I would ask, Mom what should I do?  Then you would say,

you know what to do . . . 


Why did you always know what was in my heart and soul.  Oh, the

countless times you sat upon the edge of my bed as I wept

over some silly thing.  And those days in the garden when we

planted flowers and I told you of my day and dreams.

And how deeply we cried . . . 
 

together when my baby died.  Our hearts broken and forever

melted together.  And even now, Mom, I imagine whispering

in your ear whenever I need you, I can almost hear your sweet 

voice saying, you know what to do.  I taught you well daughter,

so you could follow your own path . . .

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May 4, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/I Have Things To Tell
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 1095-856-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to Contest 530, Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Carolyn Devonshire December 22, 2018 at 10:04 PM Oh, how beautiful is this recollection of the intimate relationship you had with your mother. And look at the wonderful, compassionate woman she raised! Your sweet heart shines in this poem. Congratulations on your win in Brian's contest, Carolyn Constance La France December 23, 2018 at 8:47 AM Carolyn, thanks for that beautiful comment, yes I believe I have the best of my mom. She had an unfathomable strength. This win meant so much to me as does this poem ~

Faraz Ajmal December 22, 2018 at 12:48 PM It was a really touching and a heartfelt write, I absolutely love reading it for pain was evident in your words and it also shows the love you have for your mother, I am sure that she must be smiling in the heavens. Well today is 22 December so I wish you a merry Christmas and a really happy new year Constance La France December 23, 2018 at 8:46 AM Faraz, I know my mom is smiling down on me and my dad too and grandma, I loved them all so much, now I am like a cloud floating in the sky with no anchor. There is no pain where there is no love. Thanks so much for visiting and for the compassion in your comment ~

Subimal Sinha-Roy December 20, 2018 at 9:55 AM A very very touching poem. It reached my heart. Constance La France December 20, 2018 at 7:17 PM Subimal, thanks for that nice comment, I loved my mom so much and miss her tons ~