Pride of Place
I used to tell my mother earnestly,
“come to my place to live with me”.
She always said, “I will, when I’m free”,
she went instead to new abode heavenly.
She adorns the wall with framed grace,
still life configured in her smiling face,
with the love-spun rose garland I lace,
she’s with me as the pride of place.
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January 29, 2022
Contest : Pride Of Place
Sponsored By : Julia Ward
For Brian Strand Contest : A Strand (1072)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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