boundless despair bearing
wrinkled face; on firm arms of son,
his heart away
if only she breathes free;
he couldn't stand thought of being
soundless words, pleas
forgiveness for her, him
face of devotion, she submits
Poetry form: Cinquain - 5 lines of 2,4,6,8,2 syllables.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday. Do drop by for great readings.
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This post came from my visiting my family last week. The first part is seeing my dad, a proud man, crying upon learning of my mom's grave condition. The second part is witnessing my mom, praying before her procedure. She is better now though she is still in the hospital.
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