Poetry

I Remember

The colour of her lips
When she kissed me goodnight
The colour of her love
When she held me tight
The colour of the candyfloss
When she shared her treat
These are the things I remember
Of the pink rosy cheeks
Of my mother

Debbie Gravett © 2017.05.12

via Daily Prompt: Pink

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Debbie Gravett

A word painter; a story slave; a believer of magic and mystery; a lover of life.

3 thoughts on “I Remember”

      1. No problem. I really appreciate poetry. Approximately once every 700 days I am inspired to write a poem, and it’s kind of good. But if I try to force it, it never comes out nicely. I’m an intensely wordy writer, so I have tremendous respect for poets and people who can get so much into just a few words. Great job!

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