New Lamp
It’s only after I got it home
and plugged it in
I realized my new lamp
reminds me of my mother.
Upright and proper
as a pilgrim. It would
blend well in a funeral
home parlor. A ceramic
disc of black and white,
it looks ready to salute,
march off for Monday
morning drills,
click its heels.
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Great descriptions! I could see it and your mom!
Amazing poem! Love the description.
You paint a vivid portrait of your mom, especially with drills & heels
I agree with Jim, those two rhyming lines are vivid.