You plucked from my Mom.
Alas! lost my form! - But,
Now, decoratedly in new form!
Author notes
I've symbolised the branches of the tree, to a girl, who has left her Mom's house and living with her husband in a new environment. When she leaves her Mom, there is a doom in her. But, when she gets a new form of Wife, she is happy in that form.
A contest entry
- Still Life by Lavender Butterfly.
420 points, ended April 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think ?
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Just beautiful and creative
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Very creative and sincerely thought provoking... x
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful take.....All the best!
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