This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Mother Her voice is silent now, No longer speaks her truth, No longer chants or prays, Or tells us of her youth. No longer does she speak Words of encouragement, No longer sings or laughs, Or gives us nourishment. We pray now for her soul, Because she asked us to, We listen for her voice, Her whispered I love you. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |