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My Mother MAG

April 17, 2014
By lizbethacosta BRONZE, Fontana, California
lizbethacosta BRONZE, Fontana, California
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Earnest Hemmingway


Her scent comes and goes with a flash,
Bright and suave like a summer haze,
As I shield the things she once touched,
And grow vigilant at her confounded ways,

Life is not about anything limited,
To the five senses or a selfish moment,
She once said with pressed flowers,
In her hair that glossed my eyes with awe,

And her garden peaches were the sun,
When she'd push me in the summer,
One in hand on my creaky swing,
And she had the aura of a majesty,

Like the Morning Glories of our dusks,
Wilted and vibrant fighting to see her
eyes shine,
As the ornamented the picket fence,
That caged us in but she remained free,

And as her scent fades one last time,
I imagine that fence and the peaches,
What she would've said without trying,
In the bright and suave summer haze.


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on May. 10 2017 at 12:30 am
lizbethacosta BRONZE, Fontana, California
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Earnest Hemmingway

Thank you! :)

on Mar. 30 2015 at 11:03 am
Ray--yo PLATINUM, Kathmandu, Other
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Favorite Quote:
God Makes No Mistakes. (Gaga?)
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." -Liesel Meminger via Markus Zusac, "The Book Thief"

This is beautiful! Congratulations!

on May. 14 2014 at 3:33 am
lizbethacosta BRONZE, Fontana, California
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Earnest Hemmingway

Awe thank you, this means so much.

on Apr. 18 2014 at 11:54 am
JJ_Lone PLATINUM, Davenport, Washington
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that is how my  mother is. this poem is really good.