Mother...A Poem by L.M. Weeks
A lonely cry into the brisk wind of the desolate's dismay.
Another side, the call of a forgotten soul reaches the ears of a higher being. The gentle kiss of soft lips upon the ignorant's face. The now still slumber of a child on a cold winter's night. The figure stands in the doorway listening to the sound of peaceful rest. Mother...
© 2017 L.M. WeeksAuthor's Note
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L.M. WeeksWIAboutI am an unknown, amateur writer. I write as a hobby and do not expect a lot of credit from my works. But I decided that I should experiment with my writings by letting the public view them. I hope tha.. more..Writing
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