Moms Vacation


A blinking red, dimmed light.

In her, smoke detector heart.

Her love  would feed the family

until she left the oven on.

And climbing out a window,

down her tied up custom drapes.

A paper airplane, flew beside her,

and she glided on it's wings.

Over ponds of endless crystal.

To the napes of wisdom's oak.

Where vines, they cover castles,

and moss conceals the stones.

Landing in a thornless rose patch,

she laid that way till spring,

Just enjoying, natures nurture.

Breaking from the apron strings.

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