Today Glo/NaPoWriMo would have us "write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it."
So without further ado, let's get writing!
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Mom last week. I would have used a photo of her at the place referred to in the poem but poor Goldie Laptop is still trying to download some 50,000 (I know, I know) pictures so I can't access the one I'm thinking of. The poem I read her is one I wrote right here at the beginning of the month. Regarding the last line in this new poem, she's tickled pink! |
I Promise My Mother a Poem
Yesterday, after I got her to put her hearing aids in,
I read a poem to my mother,
a poem about her and me,
the time we swam naked in the river,
and after I was finished
she asked if I would read it at her party,
should she be around for her hundredth
in a couple of years.
I told her I will, and not only that,
I'll read it at her funeral.
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3 comments:
We should all have 98 year old mums with such a great sense of humour, obviously a genetic trait. Love this and the original skinny-dipping one too!
Love this poem, Linda
Thank you, Caroline and Linda, for reading AND for commenting. Kind of takes one out of the vacuum, if you know what I mean. xo
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