Will

An irol will

Is as hard as steel

While the eye may cowar

The heart shall dare 

to seize the hour,

to fight, to bear.

 

A sharpened wit

Is as precious as wheat

And a conscience at peace

and free of regrets

like a mother's kiss

on the quivering cheek

of a child that's weak

and frets.

 

 

 

◄ Dread of the Dream

Girl's Letter to Shakespeare ►

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Mae Foreman

Sat 11th May 2019 19:24

Thank you Jon, Keith and Dorothy for liking and thank you Jason and Jennifer for your kind words! I'm glad you all liked it!
Thank you🎈
Mae

jennifer Malden

Sat 11th May 2019 14:09

Liked this, very pleasant to read and well expressed. Great work. Jennifer

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 10th May 2019 22:26

"And a conscience at peace and free of regrets, like a mother's kiss on the quivering cheek of a child that's weak and frets."

Really like this Mae, it's a well crafted message, beautiful imagery, and so pleasurable to say out loud. Love it.

J. x

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