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''Jacqueline''

Jacqueline,

Oh, just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse,
and I was amazed to see how much we looked alike;
Mom, could it be true that you are mere words upon cold stone,
my quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline . . . 

It is unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day,
now, entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity;
the meaning of love and so much more is what you left with me,
and I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you.

Mommy, not a day will go by that you are not in my heart,
especially each Mother's Day, but every single moment each day;
and each time I ride my horse you are with me riding along side
the wind in our hair and open meadows welcoming us . . . 


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March 14, 2015 (Edit)


Poetry/Verse/"Jaqueline"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1094-822-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, Late December Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Dutta Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 10:12 PM
CONGRATS to win on this touchy wonderful poem as well as a tribute to Mom. Love.
La France Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 7:47 AM
Anisha, thanks for the compassion and the congratulations. I was very close to my mother and never realized how alike we are. But I feel in my heart of hearts that I inherited all the good things that made up my mother, and that was everything~
Rodrigues Avatar
December 16, 2018 at 1:16 PM
Constance, did your mom die on mother’s day? So sad. I love that when you ride your horse you feel close to her.
La France Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 8:53 AM
Yes, Kim my mom passed away on Mother's Day at 69 years old way too young, she fought a courageous battle for a long time and then with the same courage accepted her fate and closed her eyes. Her last words to me were "I love you Constance" .. and what an incredible gift that has been ~
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