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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