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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: March 5, 2021      Views: 46

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I have returned to Canada after 22 years in Tanzania. Now living on Lake Memphremagog in a rustic hunting lodge with husband. During these trying times, I am happy to reflect and make sense of my huckleberry life story.

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"my mother's daughter" by judester
A long lost song will take me back
or some familiar smell,
memories of childhood
my inner child heart swells.

Lovely Christmas mornings,
pastel Easters, Halloween.
Sweet country air in her corvair
and all days in between.

I am my Mother's daughter,
in my eyes right to my core.
She made my life so wonderful,
I could not love her more.

Childhood writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.

Author Notes
Oh my mom, She taught me so much when she thought I wasn't listening. We were a big happy family with five sisters and one brother.

Holidays were always fun. She would decorate and make costumes (Mickey and Minnie mouse, Pierrot and Pierrette, cat in the hat hat) A hounds tooth bag for my tools, paisley cover for my pool cue, etc.

My friends all call her Mom. She is adventurous and came to visit me a couple times in Tanzania and Zanzibar. We spent many years in the woods of Vermont...just pioneering.

She is curious and clever. Some of her little inventions just make me laugh with the simplistic ingenuity.

I love my childhood memories and especially these days they are a joy to recover and remember.
She used to drive a little blue corvair and I remember going to the country to buy corn ($1 for 2 dozen, sigh)

That one moment was captured as a memory. A summer afternoon, driving in the country with the wind and sun on our face. My mom in her prime.

She is warm, happy and safe these days in a perfect apartment for her. She always has some project going on and reads alot.
I know she misses me and I miss her.

My perfect mom.
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