What Mama Saved
Mama loved her frogs,
they sat upon every shelf,
with green watchful eyes.
When the fighting came,
she hid them in the attic,
one by one in quiet.
When she left for good,
the house sifted through the dust.
All the frogs went too.
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Excellent, poignant poem!
Great title. Love how the frogs watched and how they left when Mama left.
Powerful poem.
Very powerful, Jaz!
my mama too
and
her nickname
was
FROG!
thank you