Don’t
Touch it
Mother said.
It cost too much
So your father said
A cup of blue and gold.
How can I tell her I know?
Down the lane they’re two a penny
His lie has become the Holy Grail
one last gift to keep mother’s spirit bright…
The Last Gift… #Etheree Poem
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Responses
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Super poem, Anita.
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Thank you, John…
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Love this poem. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much…
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I’d never heard of this type of poem before. Looks like fun.
Love your poem!-
Thank you, Susan…
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