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ruwth is writing... #972485 added January 1, 2025 at 1:15am
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~ Missing Mommy ~
Mommy died one New Year's Eve.
As I whispered in her ear,
I quietly took my leave.
By the closing of that year,
She had passed on...
Author's Note: ▼
I admit, I am not a poet. Because of " The Contest Challenge"  , I wrote this poem for " Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest " .
Even though it has been 5 years, I am still befuddled with grief at this time of year. This is the only subject that came to mind as I tried to write.
This poem does not pass my own read aloud test but there is a pattern of rhyme and each line has seven syllables. I think the hard and soft syllables don't land right for it to sound poetic but it is the best I can do today.
5 lines
ababc rhyme.
7 beats per line.
~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~
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