Mother, Forgive Me
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Mother again and AGAIN I come to visit you,
and each time I bring a fresh picked r e d rose with dew.
The bus ride to the cemetery is HOURS long,
and I have m i l e s to go- so I hum quietly your song.
I will never FORGET "I'll be seeing you" was playing,
on that h o r r i b l e day mother- I ended your suffering.
Since then, I have JOURNEYED a long road,
u n p l u g her said the doctors- how my tears flowed.
Now, at your tomb FORLORN I fall to my knees,
mother, oh how I miss you- f o r g i v e me please.
There is not a SINGLE day, a singe day mother,
that I do not think of you with a h e a r t so bitter.
You should be here on EARTH with me healthy,
oh my sorrow and tears could fill the d e e p blue sea.
Well goodbye for now UNTIL I visit the next time,
one day, mother the steps to h e a v e n I will climb.
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November 26, 2017
Poetry/Couplet/Mother, Forgive Me
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9664-19-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Written for the contest, Any Couplet, October - November 2017
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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