Oriental Bittersweet
stretches,
limbs caress
three begotten
held tightly still
to heart
as vines
relax;
press against
grief's
gritted
garden
in humble sleep.
So tender
the quiet feel
of love,
of Mother,
who bore more than time
upon weighted shoulders.
Pamela A. Lamppa
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all rights reserved
~for: Paul, David and Anthony ...
May you always remember your mother's
smile and the love she held for you.
