String of Impressions
Jewel white adorns my neck
an heirloom given by Mom
when she breathed low, feeling frail --
Somehow, on my natal day
I grew uneasy, disturbed
till clear pearls rolled on the floor--
Instantly Mom’s image loomed
Stunned, I rang her… and waited.
17th Oct 2020
Impressions Contest
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2020
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