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My Mother's Perfect Prize

By Kendall Defoe Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
You never know what you are missing until...

How do you write a poem about a poem?

How do you write about a memory that is still so real?

A beautiful heated glow of flavour and love,

It still remains the one traditional dish -

The one true meal I could enjoy -

I continue to beg and plead for from her sweet hands.

And there are many of you who have never had one;

There are many of you who are wondering:

Noun or verb? Verb or noun?

That is the beauty of this beauty:

You will never know.

Your heart will not care.

So true...

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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...

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    Written by Kendall Defoe