Sunday Whirl Wordle #471

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I smell the scent of cornbread on your breath,
And know you have visited her.
The vanguard power of her love holds you captive.
You are her son, but what am I?
As I shimmer in the dark,
I am the Moon to a her Sun,
Not having the same impact,
A simple glancing accent
On the same journey,
But at a different time.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Sunday Whirl Wordle #471

  1. murisopsis says:

    The often common pull between wife and MIL for the affections of the husband/son!

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  3. Misky says:

    Excellent poem.

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