Tread along a variety
of roads--paved and brick.
Once the traffic light
turns to green,
she will be gone towards
the next light.
It's a race against
my own daughter,
her will against mine.
Yes, eleven is too late!
Eleven at night
only allows me
a single hour
to catch up,
to hold her
before tomorrow
steals my child away...
Author notes
written in my mom's POV
Written June 24th, 2005
A contest entry
- Of Genius and Lunacy, Of Life and Love by The Sage.
1000 points, ended December 17, 2007, 20 entries
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the connection between a mother and daughter is very powerful. One thing I noticed was that you switched who the mother seemed to be speaking to without a transition. Otherwise, good luck in the contest.
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Ransomed-n-Redeemed, thanks for catching that!
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The whole thing was a run on sentence. I don't even bother reading these ones.
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what a nice thing to write ...i think one of the most amazing things in the world is the bond between a mother and her child. nicely written
Edited on Jun 25, 5:23 p.m. because 'made a oops'.
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