In My Memory
there are snow drifts in the cemetery
and a headstone is buried deep in the pure white
with one engraved word revealed
in this pristine lonely winter dream
only one word can be seen . . . Mother
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October 14, 2020
Poetry/Verse/in my memory
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1295-122-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 10/13/2020
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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