Women In My Family
Women in my family
Now, only their memories remain
Queens of my humble domain.
My grandma was always there
Warmness in her presence felt,
I’d call her anything but svelte!
She died when I was only fifteen
My mom, a saint, loved like no other
Couldn’t have been a better mother.
Born on my sis’s seventh birthday
We were always exceptionally close
Sister was always the most verbose.
Where would I be today…
Without the guidance of these three
Utmost in my most vivid memory.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 15, 2022
submitted to "Women in My Family" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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