General Poetry posted May 8, 2019

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A Mothers Day wish From 18 Year-Old me (long ago)

A Child...

by davisr (Rhonda)

A child can search the world for love and find its coffers bare.

A child can reach out to the sky for happiness and care,

And touch but empty fathomless clouds that break away and tear.

A child can seek warmth from her friends and find they’ve none to share.

A child can lean on the shoulders of Mankind and find that strength is rare.

A child can yearn for hopeful years and find but tattered fare.

Then when a child returns home and to her mother's care,

She finds life's riches and long-sought dreams, tenderly residing there.

-May 14, 1978

"Have a happy Mother's Day, Mama. Thank you for being there at the end of empty journeys (and full ones, too)."

Mother's Day Poetry Contest contest entry



This verse is copied from an authentic hand-written poem I came across when cleaning my recently deceased parents house. I wrote it when I was an innocent 18 year-old girl.

It was written with love, and way before I realized how life would prove it so true.
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