Just One Word
My thoughts let go of a thousand memories,
like dates, times, places and faces;
yet, I can easily recall each and every detail,
on the day of your funeral.
In the middle of a snow storm I followed,
the wind blowing back my long hair;
we meandered down a winding cold path,
the wind pausing in the trees.
Snowflakes fell on me from the tangled branches,
falling like weeping tears cascading down;
I am lost in this forever, ever memory-
today, the 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 wonderland,
only one word can be seen- Mother.
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September 24, 2014
Poetry/Verse/Just One Word
Copyright Protected, ID 14-1224-532-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Select J
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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