Mom Poem by Fatima Nusairat
Mom
Rating: ★4.8
The wind that knocked my door
As a runaway laugh..
Comes to me loaded with the scent of pine,
With greenery algae from the old walls
With my mom's bow on the threshold of the house.
....
The wind, which rested..
Like a laugh tired from escape
Gave me the rustle of her dress.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
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