Mother Was My Friend
Mother had me when she was just a young woman,
at birth I was her baby- then her girl;
but, things soon changed,
I became- friend.
We talked and shopped, gardened, laughed and we took short trips,
mother had an adventurous spirit;
we spent many long hours on country roads,
it was fun to get lost and find a special place.
I often ask God why he took
my mother, so young to Heaven?
But, still treasure
those sweet moments !
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February 5, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Mother Was My Friend
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1326-344-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Fragmented Verse
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 03/04/2021
Third Place
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