Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Mollie Rose

The smiling face that looks out at me
from that funny old picture frame-
Can no longer hold me in her arms
or call me by my given name

Always a part of my daily life
it sits right there on the shelf-
Sometimes when I look at her
it seems I'm looking at myself

Beloved mother gone to soon
forever you are my Mollie Rose-
Waiting there for me to join you
where the river of life forever flows


For the Picture Frame contest...
I have an old picture of my mother
Mollie, taken when she was about 16.
I am her clone...lol

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Carol Sunshine Brown December 22, 2011 at 6:27 AM Congratulations on your super placement in Sidney~LeeAnn's "Picture Frame~moment" contest BG. Love, Carol

Anne-Lise Andresen December 3, 2011 at 1:42 PM "Love that is true never grows old" Bless Anne-Lise

Joe Maverick November 27, 2011 at 3:03 AM Its great to read this loving recounting of your family bond with mom Barbara..!

Cyndi Macmillan November 25, 2011 at 5:09 AM Barbara, this is just LOVELY, as only the ones that come from the heart are. I DO hope this does well in the contest. Good contest, all these cherished treasure hanging on our walls... Hugs, Cyndi