Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
Lovely poem in memory of your Mom. I really like the first one. And the mixture of delicacy and thorns...
Just lovely. I like the repetition of the last line. xoA
What a great poem made of three haikus . Love the repetition of last line and the power of a story, a life, told through a flowergramswisewords.blogspot.com