Connie Pachecho Poet Monorhyme

My Dear Mother

My Dear Mother

                         You planted five seedlings in your garden row
                      Cultivating each blossoms through highs and lows
                      As seasons pass the trees fill of your loving  bestow
                      A glowing testament of how you shaped us to grow

4/12/17

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Connie Pachecho April 19, 2017 at 7:21 AM Now I read the rules. Of course. 12 syllables per line. 11, 11, 13, 13

Kim Rodrigues April 13, 2017 at 10:44 AM Lovely!