ruwth is writing...

~ 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.

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