Emanating redolence
of motherhood's magnolia~
she stooped to her son's little frame,
encouraging him always.
Now she's naturally stooped,
lonely in life's wrinkled desert.
Son's stem ~
too ruthless, to bend and support.
Her flower shows dryness,
but maintains eternal sweetness.
A contest entry
- Bend by Pamela A Lamppa.
1050 points, ended November 28, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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OH. This is so sad in that there is no reciprocation in the bend of love,yet the love remains. Beautifully phrased for all too often truths. Thank you for this entry. Beat of luck. ~Pamela
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