For My Mother

For Marguerite, A Daisy

by Carmen H Gray

 

In that field of flowers

She held my small hand

Her cinnamon skin

Dark sympathetic eyes

Full lips opening in laughter

Her smile so radiant

I  was warm

and safe

and loved

That day and all days

In her presence

 

 

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