Super Belated Mother Limerick
Super Belated Mother Limerick
Sometimes Mom seems:
Like river with water that will run;
Like beaming light in a bright sun;
Like leaves once green now brown;
Like laughing when I was a clown;
Like moving moon starting to rise;
Like being invigorated by blue skies;
Like when we went on a fishing trip;
Like pancakes with perfect timing did flip;
Like a dream that into heaven did disappear;
Like my mom who I wish again was her.
Jim Horn
Physically gone but never in my mind
which is mine never hidden back in a
dark mine.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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