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Majourney Well You see, she was the only one; And one cherishes the onlies: The careful chord, the unicorn, The child’s self-portrait, a kiss. Delicate, web-wove, womb-ish, One delights in her songs sung And hung above the cradle’s bow, She the wind, she the rudder. As her sails ‘neath horizon slide I see from opposing shore Her anticipated arrival: Fair thee well mama-door. Fair thee well. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-05-05 12:49:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.81250
TW:
This weekend being Mother's Day, I'm basking in the tenderness of this tirbute. It does
tend to make me tear up, but only because it is so obvious that you love her so much and
I can relate. The beautiful and loving heart she gave you is easily glimpsed from here.
And you don't waste it.
I love the metaphor of sailing.
Here's to the only one and the one and only.
Cheers,
jj