by Diane Jardel

Spittle falls

Mother, you screamed

And raged

And spit fell

From your lips

I cowered before you

helpless

And afraid

I could not run.

One day 

you might 

transform

 my fragile stability

by some miracle.

And I would love you.

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BIO: DIANE JARDEL - a published author of poems and stories; a vegan gourmet and  I love to capture the wonder of nature on camera.  I am also a writing group addict.

My poem 'The Mirror' is published in 'The Poetic Bond' by Trevor Maynard
I was featured poet of the month for December on www.muttonline.com
I started Fermanagh Creative Writing Group here in Enniskillen and registered it as an educational charity.

I post my stories and poems regularly on Stories Space.