Constance La France Poet Tanka

Lamenting Mother

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I wept and I weep.

All my tears cried since that day,
could fill the oceans.

I counted each gasping breath;
the end came with dawn's bird song. 



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February 8, 2015

Poetry/Tanka/lamenting mother
Copyright Protected, ID 02-639-176-08
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

For the Standard contest, Tanka Tears, 
sponsor Rick Parise, Judged 02/2015

Honorable Mention

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Debbie Guzzi February 20, 2015 at 3:48 PM The last two lines are magic [and God's parting gift to Mom] Congrad's on your win Light & Love

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2015 at 9:56 PM Well done Broken... LINDA

Skat A February 15, 2015 at 11:57 PM Broken, Awesome Tanka Tears win. ~Skat~

Eve Roper February 15, 2015 at 3:10 PM Back to congratulate you on your win. Blessings Eve

Jan Allison February 15, 2015 at 11:30 AM so beautifully penned so full of emotion:-( congrats:-) Hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich February 9, 2015 at 6:28 PM this is a very poignant one. I really love the job you did here. Sure hope I can match it. But I have not had anything so terribly tragic as this happen in my life. A few deaths but they did not affect me like this. To lose your baby, it is so heart breaking, Constance. Thanks for your support at my blog. Much appreciated.

Shane Cooper February 9, 2015 at 4:05 AM So sad, so beautiful, so many tears. I have read of your mother in another of your poems- (Gods need of angels) the words still haunt me "Then my mother died and I was left hurt and angry. And again I was told God needed another angel." Grief should not last forever. You have touched my heart with these poems. love Shane xxx

David Meade February 8, 2015 at 9:13 PM I like the first line . . . the brief pauses between bouts of tears . . . the sobbing breaths of air . . . the pivot was perfect with the song of hope on the wind. Lovely. 7

Eve Roper February 8, 2015 at 7:04 PM Beautiful write, Tears of aching heart Blessings Eve

Sara Kendrick February 8, 2015 at 3:12 PM Reads like winner..Sorrow the prevasive emotion but someday all that sorrow will cease....Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Poesy Relish February 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM Wow wonderful imagery... #7