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Rosebuds
Soft tender
Red as your lips
that I oft remember

Gentle was your touch
Stern was your voice
Black irises that spoke louder
than any punishment ever could

There for all
No one would be alone
I think I now realize
Why you offered so much
hospitality...
~Like me you hate being solitary~

You were the rock
Strength beyond many
You were...

My Mom


7/30/07
Laura Howell Horner




Author's Note:
Written in honor of my mother RoseMarie Howell-Folta
who passed away 24 years ago..on July 9th.
My mother died of cancer, I was a young 18 year old girl.
There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of her.
I had found some lines in a small notebook that I'd written about her
a couple of years ago.
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Black Iris
Date: Wednesday, 1st August 2007 @ 07:17:31 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: deadheadpoet




Rosebuds
Soft tender
Red as your lips
that I oft remember

Gentle was your touch
Stern was your voice
Black irises that spoke louder
than any punishment ever could

There for all
No one would be alone
I think I now realize
Why you offered so much
hospitality...
~Like me you hate being solitary~

You were the rock
Strength beyond many
You were...

My Mom


7/30/07
Laura Howell Horner




Author's Note:
Written in honor of my mother RoseMarie Howell-Folta
who passed away 24 years ago..on July 9th.
My mother died of cancer, I was a young 18 year old girl.
There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of her.
I had found some lines in a small notebook that I'd written about her
a couple of years ago.
After finding the words....more words came...and then this piece of writing.

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