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 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.
