Diminutive woman
Reluctant mother
Widow
Forced through chaos
to awareness
Growing toward autonomy
Nineteenth century dignity
pitted against
twentieth century crass
Bridging the gap
Sometimes frightened
Often lonely
Branching out
Determined to do life well
Pioneer spirit
In her groove
"ellecee"
In memory of my Mother
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Oh!❤️💜This is such a deep and eloquent write, Linda! A most beautiful and touching tribute to your mother. Especially resonate with these lines; "Bridging the gap, sometimes frightened, often lonely, branching out determined to do life well. Pioneer spirit in her groove." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💜
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Sanaa
Great idea. Great tribute. Perfect ending
ReplyDeleteLove the entire poem, especially the last three lines... They make me want to hug her tight.
ReplyDeleteVery nice tribute
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend
much love...
"Nineteenth century dignity
ReplyDeletepitted against
twentieth century crass" That was my Granny to a tee. Love this poem