Wednesday, April 16, 2014

April Poem-a-Day 16

My mother died many years ago. It's been strange being the same age as when mom died. I thought of her when I read today's Writer's Digest Elegy prompt

Life after Death
My mother lives on
in my voice
his dextrous hands
her smiling eyes
his ready charm
and her grandchild's fierce hugs

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