Tis true today's taunts tend to tightly tie tomorrow's tease
Tis true tomorrow's tease tends to tauntingly trend today's trews
Tis toward truth; teasing taunts - taunting teasers
Tis to try tomorrow's today - today's tomorrow
About the Creator
Eugenette Morin
I enjoy short stories with a twist, long stories that meander; little snippets that create poems.
I've been writing for a long time, but it's always been left dormant in a notebook.
So now's the time to see if I should take it out.
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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Nice job ✨💖
Yours is a poem that is cohesive, not just a bunch of random words that start with the same letter. Nicely done!