Mom (for Bethany)

She was the best mom.

In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow

so words of comfort mingled with my dreams.

(Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.)

 

She never let a stranger-child go hungry,

even with that big farm, big family –

drove my father nuts!

It’s a KID, she’d say. 

That was that.

 

FEWalls

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About Francine Walls

Poet and Novelist Works available on Amazon and Audible.
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