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Written In memory of my mother, Jacqueline

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My Thoughts Are Scattered

Oh, how my heart is shattered,
      and my thoughts are scattered;
on this day of your young death,
on this day of your last breath.
I recall a sweet May day,
with the songs of birds so gay;
after-   I strolled in the blue,
where a bird came (I think was you).
I promise to plant you a garden bright,
with flowers swaying and birds in flight;
each May-   I will do this for you Mom,
I will plant you a garden calm.
   Oh, how my heart is shattered,
      and my thoughts are scattered.

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May 3, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/My Thoughts Are Scattered
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1141-474-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Applicable Not Applicable,
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux

Third Place

Note:  I wrote this poem for a contest recently and it received an
NA. I was so sure the sponsor would feel the pain and love in my
words.  My Mom, Jacqueline died at 69 years old after suffering 
for many years.  When she passed I not only lost a mother but
also my best friend in the world.  There is an empty place in my
heart that will never be healed.  Mom loved gardening and I grew
up with a huge garden of flowers so I made her a promise that I
would plant a garden in her honor each year.  It is more than just
flowers, it is a tribute to my Mom, but I am not the gardener Mom
was, gosh she knew all the Latin names and she would be talking 
about a flower and I would say,"Mom, just tell me what color it is!"
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Wolf Avatar
May 5, 2019 at 9:11 PM
Gosh, you've really been through the wringer. First your sister, then your mother... We are forged in the crucible of life and death... Easy for me to say. My heart goes out to you. Best wishes, Gershon
La France Avatar
May 7, 2019 at 10:53 AM
Gershon thanks for your compassion. Yes, it is true I have suffered a lot !
Rodrigues Avatar
May 3, 2019 at 11:14 AM
Life is bittersweet, how we blend beauty and death. I know this comes from the depths of your heart. Hugs...Kim
La France Avatar
May 7, 2019 at 10:51 AM
Kim thanks for the visit and comment and yes this comes from my broken heart
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