My mom just visited me. She is on her way to her writing class. She wanted me to read her work first. So here it is. My Daughter, Jeanette Dark hair and an easy smile Until that warm January nite When sirens pierced The New Years Eve As she ran to the front of her home To find her eldest son Lying in the street She felt his cold skin His chest blown apart Jeanette gathered her family And held them tight News crews came-- Anyone? They asked Yes she said I will talk And talk she did Now she still talks To ease the pain of others And to make a safer America Muriel Malave--- I adore my mom. Now, how not to be weepy for the rest of the day.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 14:35:24 +0000
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