I read your poem to the sound of one of Bach's scores for solo violin (I forget the name now). The combination of both moistened my eyes. My mother is still alive but she is far, far away in Cuba and I would love to be with her today, Mothering Sunday. Thanks for such a beautiful and short poem. It's very intense.
Yes, and the older I get the more I understand.
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They will remain near and dear
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ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
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Thank you Friko, Pat and Cloudia! C, it's haunting, but in a good way.
ReplyDeleteI read your poem to the sound of one of Bach's scores for solo violin (I forget the name now). The combination of both moistened my eyes. My mother is still alive but she is far, far away in Cuba and I would love to be with her today, Mothering Sunday. Thanks for such a beautiful and short poem. It's very intense.
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Thank you so much C. x I hope you can see your mother one day soon.
DeleteSad and sweet. I love how micropoetry can deliver a huge impact.
ReplyDeleteThank you Heidi. :o)
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