A Promise To My Mother
You required from us no elegy
So I promise in this paragraph
My poems become your epitaph
From all the years of reading youve done
Ive become your writing son
And today I am almost old
I will write it into solid gold
Your blood is the fluid in my inky pen
The spirit of the ages
I will spill on these pages
Until one day I will see you again
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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