[mother’s memory—]
mother’s memory—
roses in thunderstorms,
her temper still alive
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Shew!x5, Linda!
Especially love “roses in thunderstorms,”
I love this poem. The rose’s quiet presence in the thunderstorm is breathtaking. The softness and the fury existing together.
Breathtaking, surprising, and organic–with that LB twist. Love this haiku.
intense, a beautiful way to keep your mother present.
Perfect metaphor .
You, Laverne and me, all writing about our mothers today! Is it something in the water?
❤️ As they say , you can’t spell truth without Ruth. Wonderful honerific.
P.s. I really.like they way you did the title.
Such a great snippet of your mother.
love roses in thunderstorms
Amazing sketch – Moms aren’t the easiest subject!
Well said.
Linda, there are many reasons you are an award winning poet. This shows your skill at short form. Roses in thunderstorms, so powerful, thank you.