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Stronghold
Torchlight hair
snared in that
heinous 90s barrette
A square like
border patrol;
A block I'll never forget
You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella
overblown
It was not a folded artichoke that day
I knew then
right then...
four years old
poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms
And I knew my mother
is timber...
not twigs
Published 29th Mar 2018
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29th Mar 2018 10:51am
29th Mar 2018 5:35pm
Anonymous
29th Mar 2018 1:43pm
Intensely fleshed in description, as if being there.
29th Mar 2018 5:36pm
29th Mar 2018 3:59pm
"Torchlight hair "- this takes be back to being kids and lighting rubbing alcohol on fire across the coffee table in the living room
"snared"- vines,kudzu capturing
"border patrol;
A block I'll never forget "- the dangerous book for men-how to evade a road block chapter lol.
"You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella "- running through gunfire,gall granted you safe passage,so bold it brought us both here today.we laid it all on the line.
"poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms"- gale blew even the brightest stars ,pulling as children hanging from fathers and mothers feet as firemen poles
"And I knew my mother
is timber...
not twigs " - she could be anything and so she instilled those building thoughts into me
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refreshing happy write. i feel like playing outdoor games on a sunny day now.
well penned.
"snared"- vines,kudzu capturing
"border patrol;
A block I'll never forget "- the dangerous book for men-how to evade a road block chapter lol.
"You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella "- running through gunfire,gall granted you safe passage,so bold it brought us both here today.we laid it all on the line.
"poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms"- gale blew even the brightest stars ,pulling as children hanging from fathers and mothers feet as firemen poles
"And I knew my mother
is timber...
not twigs " - she could be anything and so she instilled those building thoughts into me
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refreshing happy write. i feel like playing outdoor games on a sunny day now.
well penned.
29th Mar 2018 5:37pm
Thank you my friend! She is my hull and the bulwarks in my heart. I hope to instill the same safety in my children as well.
Anonymous
30th Mar 2018 7:00pm
Great write here my dear poet!
Motherhood is such a challenging job... U need a lot of heart stamina and determination to uphold its threshold....and there is ur mama as strong as timber!!
Love Autumn xoxo
Motherhood is such a challenging job... U need a lot of heart stamina and determination to uphold its threshold....and there is ur mama as strong as timber!!
Love Autumn xoxo
2nd Apr 2018 10:47pm
2nd Apr 2018 00:42am
There's a bond between mother & daughter that is unshakable, unbreakable & highly potent in it's power. Beautifully expressed my friend. Respectfully,
Shadow👣
Shadow👣
2nd Apr 2018 10:47pm
2nd Apr 2018 6:48pm
5th Apr 2018 10:29pm
standing up for the twigs - a single twig has no strength but a bunch of twigs tied together are as strong as timber :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))
Unfortunately my mother was jello :-( Excellent as always :-))))))
Unfortunately my mother was jello :-( Excellent as always :-))))))
5th Apr 2018 11:29pm
I'm so sorry David, I truly cannot imagine and I realize I was very fortunate. That sentiment is utterly true
