The Memory...

a poem by Myrna Martin, USA

There was a time when I was 10...
It was a bright, sunny, day...
I remember standing in the front yard...
Beneath the shade of a tree...
My Mother stood on the porch...
She wore her dark, brown, hair...
Feathered and long you see...
I remember just looking at her...
And thinking...
My Mother is so pretty to me...
I never told her my thoughts...
For I kept it privately tucked away..
But I will never forget how my Mother looked...
On that beautiful sunny day...
@2016 Myrna Martin

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