Poem By Louis Zoellar Bickett

January 23rd, 2016  |  Published in January 2016

MOTHER WHISPERED

 

Mother, leaning over me,

her palm placed securely

to check my temperature

whispered with a gentle breath

that tickled my ear

“You are my little prince,

I will always love you.”

 

January 22, 2016

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