One Word
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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
Poetry/Verse/One Word
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1067-461-01
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Contest - Early October 2018, Standard
Sponsor- Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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