Finding Mom
"My path had no instructions it had a Mom."
by _ this girl
Mom, I miss you so much,
I wish for words with you today;
my sorrow falls, falls, falls, falls- all day long,
and a distant shadow murmurs.
Your spirit softly glows,
and I find calm tranquility;
a kind touch upon my hair- and my mind,
words flowing as thoughts that I grasp.
Angst is floating away,
this bond brings us such harmony;
and I can contact Mom- again, again,
flying with soft wings of a bird.
I can find Nirvana,
and walk within a placid hush;
for a gold portal is ajar- and waits,
and I am on a truthful path.
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January 05, 2023
Poetry/Verse/Lipogram/Finding Mom
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1514-557-05
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Lipogram (no e's)
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 01/31/2023
Second Place
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