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My Mother's Raven Tresses MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   My mother's raven tresses,

Her ebony crown that she wears in pride,

giving her fresh youth.

Over her shoulders spilling down her back

As I follow her with an impending kiss.

Like the long curves of her soft hand,

And her expanding smile

That wrinkles the corners of her eyes and

The end of her nose,

She lets me spot her

In the middle of a crowd

Full of mothers and stranger

After my performance in the show.

With the hum of the moving train

And my arm draped around her neck,

As my tiny hand clutches her silken strands

While I sleep,

To know that when I wake,

She will be there.

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i love this so much!

on Jul. 19 2011 at 11:35 pm
CupcakeSaffy PLATINUM, Cochrane, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."

That was an excellent poem. I especially like how you carry sentences on between lines of the poem - that is a great technique. Well done!