Blur Poem by C.E. Laine

City lights are my mother’s pearls
strung above the cream-cut hills
of her bosom, unreachable
as bulbs that flicker over bridges
and filled with the promises she
whispered with my father. Once,
she called me slim and golden
in a poem, and I wanted to be
bright lights and endless hope.

Blur Poem Copyright C. E Laine

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