My mother's kiss healed any hurt,
made sobs revert
to sunny smile
through any trial.
In her embrace, my tears were dried,
cares cast aside.
Please tell me where
to take my care
when now my pain feels just as real
and needs to heal,
but she has gone,
her kiss withdrawn.
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Author Notes
The minute poem is a 60 syllable poem written in three verses with syllable count of 8/4/4/4 in iambic meter. The rhyme scheme is aabb ccdd eeff.
I am using the one syllable, second preferred pronunciation of trial, as listed in the freeonlinedictionary.com.
My memories of my mother, who died when I was in second grade, fifty one years ago, are sketchy at best, but I do remember well the feeling I had around her of being safe and protected.
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