Stomping through puddles
in my Sunday best
Sailing paper boats
in rain puddles.
Lessons on the smell of rain
“Smell that?”, she’d ask.
When the first plopping raindrops
hit parched soil.
Time taken for the little things,
never a bother
to my warrior mother.
Pat
4/19/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.
I love this!
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Good to hear, thank you Carol🙂
Pat
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Amazing!
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Thanks
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the care-free childhood! beautiful..
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Thank you🙂
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Wow, Pat. That ending was unexpected to me and perfect. What an awesome mom!
❤
David
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That she is, thank you David.
Pat
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Gorgeous!!!!!
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Thank you🙂
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I love this, Pat!❤️
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Thank you Eugenia🙂
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Most welcome, Pat! 😊
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My Mother was like that …. always feeling, seeing, hearing the beauty surrounding her. Your quadrille is beautifully enchanting.
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Thank you Helen. Seems our moms were kindred spirits🙂.
Pat
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Enchanting quadrille on what it’s like to have a “warrior mother”! 💛
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Thank you Dora. Yup, she was one of those too! LoL! … two sides to every coin, right!
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Oh, I absolutely love this. I hope I am this kind of Mama.
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Oh, thank you so much🙂
Pat
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You are blessed with a mother like that.
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That I am. Thank you Björn.
Pat
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I love the poignancy with which this poem is penned. This is such a stunning tribute to her! 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa, appreciate your kind words.
Pat
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She sounds like the best kind of mother!
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She is! She’s my baby now🙂. Thank you.
Pat
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Beautiful.🧡
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Awe I love this!!!
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Thank you.🙂
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Simply beautiful
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