MA MERE
My memories can see
the face of a lady
who was queen
HER smile made my life
a joy, her scorn would
strike like lightening
Her spirit was unmatched
and like a harnessed maverick
she struggled to be free
Her lips so red, her skin
so fair, the Aurora Borealis
was dimmed by her reflection
Like shifting sand
the present comes
upon me
The queen has metamorhposized
the rainbow has
turned gray
She sits there old and
broken as life has
trampled through her
Watching, waiting, remembering
how it was, afraid of
how it will be
Now MY smile is her joy
by Antoinette
In memory of my Mother who passed May 17 1980
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