The rain fell from her greying eyes
as April dropped outside.
Her daughter heard their patter
and followed the rhythm.
The telegram lay crumpled on the floor.
She tore the banner from the wall
and wiped her tears against
its fading fabric.
She collapsed
watching through the rain,
as its colors burned away.
The picture sat proudly on the mantle.
Her eyes traced the bricks
to the smiling image,
enclosed in a casket frame.
The mother closed her eyes,
and smelled the escaping freedom.
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#1 in an untitled poem cycle I'm writing for my college creative writing class. Please comment!
Written November 9th, 2006
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This is a good poem, nice work, keep it up. Also this is very sad just the thought of hearing that kind of news would just kill me. -
Nice work. Keep it up
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