for twenty-eight million
two hundred
twenty-four thousand
beats
our hearts moved together,
your blood fed my blood,
you cradled me
for eight hundred
eighty million
five hundred
eighty-eight thousand,
eight hundred
beats
our hearts chased each other,
yours sped when mine raced
mine ached when yours hurt.
your eyes see a mirror in mine,
I see your smile on my face
my hands are your hands -
with fewer stories.
how many stories
can be told
in
one billion
five hundred
forty-one milion
thirty thousand
four hundred
heart beats?
the biblical allotment
is not enough.
Author notes
just a quick conversion to save you the math -
28,224,000 is the number of heart beats in forty weeks at 70 beats per minute (average).
880,588,800 is the number of heart beats (70 bpm) in twenty four years.
1,541,030,400 is the number of heart beats (70 bpm) in forty-two years - the age I will be when my mother is 70.
A contest entry
- For Your Mother and For My Mother by WordsAndWits.
810 points, ended September 13, 19 entries
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Comments
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This was something any mother would love. It was well written, so there isn't anything to critique, just a job well done
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Beautiful. Repititon is great throughout the whole poem, and it was not a bad freewrite indeed. Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest!
- Caroline
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wow!!!
this is wonderful! i absolutely love the repition and the title. the last line is a perfect way to end the poem. excellent write, this really made me smile.
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