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On Golden Bond (Prose Poem) by jmalone

Mother suckled her precious joy, and tuned his arrhythmic heart. She focused love unto her boy, to frame her work of art. Momma cuddled her sacred bliss, to seal his leaky bond. She showered care upon the kiss, which created his golden pond. Grandmother hugged her grandest son, to correct his erring way. She instilled self-respect into her hon', and blessed him night and day. Grandma sustained her brightest hope, and empowered his vital will. She fostered trust upon his scope, to keep the waters still. © By jmalone

ALChemy 23-Jan-06/2:58 PM
This is similar in meaning to my last poem.
What this isn't, is a prose poem. That's what I don't understand.




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