Constance La France Poet Verse

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My thoughts let go of a thousand memories,
     like faces, dates, times and places;
yet, I can easily recall each and every detail,
               on the day of your funeral.
In the middle of a snow storm I followed,
     the wind blowing back my long hair;
we meandered down a winding cold path,
                the wind pausing in the trees.
Snowflakes fell on me from the tangled branches,
     falling like weeping tears cascading down;
I am lost in this forever, ever memory-
                  today the snow drifts in the cemetery.
and a headstone is buried deep in the pure white,
     with one engraved word revealed;
in this pristine lonely winter wonderland,
                  only one word can be seen- Mother.

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September 24, 2014


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Contest -  Early October 2018, Standard
Sponsor-  Brian Strand

First Place

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Constance La France November 9, 2018 at 2:50 PM Thank you Carol, Curtis, Connie, Line, LJ, and Jay for visiting my poem with comments and congratulations ~

Jay Moore October 30, 2018 at 3:31 PM That was beautifully sad.

L. J. Carber October 9, 2018 at 10:14 AM Congrats on your win, DH

Line Gauthier October 6, 2018 at 9:54 AM Wow - What an exquisitely penned poem, DH. Congrats on your much deserved gold medal win. A FAVE for me.

Connie Marcum Wong October 4, 2018 at 11:48 PM Your expressive poem reveals the kind sorrow that we never forget. Beautiful! Congratulations on your win Constance!

Curtis Moorman October 4, 2018 at 10:55 PM Constance, my heart goes out to you in a sense of sympathy and empathy. I lost my Mother many years ago. Ironically, the last time I talked with her was on Mother's Day. Two weeks later, I flew home for her funeral. Time may heal many wounds, but not all, as the adage goes. Yours is, understandably, a first place win. Congratulations, my dear friend!

Constance La France October 4, 2018 at 9:56 AM Heidi and Andrea, thank you for visiting my poem and commenting. Yes Andrea, I keep repeating the theme of mother, probably because I will never get over her death until I gasp my own last breath.

Andrea Dietrich October 2, 2018 at 3:47 PM constance. I see this theme repeated in so many beautiful ways by you. I am always repeating the theme of "first great romantic night" . It is so interesting to me how different poets keep going back to similar themes. Very well done, and thanks so much for the inspiration and my win in your last contest.

Heidi Sands October 2, 2018 at 3:17 PM A beautiful and sad poem! Well written. I can relate to the snow at the graveyard from my own experience too.