Today's word at Poetry Thursday: "pearl"
Mother’s pearl necklace in hand
Her last gift
Offered as peace and understanding
Son receives it graciously
Her last gift
Stories whispered
Son receives them graciously
Promises not to forget
Stories whispered
Granddaughter takes notes
Promises not to forget
The candle flickers, journal filled
Granddaughter takes notes
Holds her father’s hand
The candle flickers, journal filled
Memories flood the room
Holds her father’s hand
Offered as peace and understanding
Memories flood the room
Mother’s pearl necklace in hand
2 comments:
This was very touching Jone. "The candle flickers" was a beautiful line used in this poem. Took me to my grandma's bedside as she passed.
Felt like I was standing off to the side watching, but feeling.
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