Tangled with the Bramble
A parting gift
those final two years
Mother to son, time
together at the end
Devoted care,
a humble gift in return
Tangled with the bramble
of divorce slowly playing out
No sweeter gift to be found
in such a time of the bittersweet
This is my response to Quadrille #108: Among the Brambles —
the prompt from Linda at dVersePoets Pub, which is to use the word bramble
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
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How poignant and endearing.
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Thank you, Linda. There is light, even in times of darkness.
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A bit of an emotional roller coaster, it seems. Hang on to the good memories, dispense with the bitter ones.
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Yes, the key to survival. Thank you.
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In times like those, the smallest gifts can take on great significance. Very touching poem.
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They can. The light in the darkness. Thank you, Lisa.
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You are welcome, Ken.
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the fruits and the thorns grow from the same bush
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So they do. Sadly/fortunately.
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Hey, did you hear that? It was my jaw dropping!
Great stuff, KG
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😀 Thanks, Ron!
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exquisitely expressed
you were truly blessed
memories to caress ..
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Thank you.
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What a great title…A TIME FOR THE BITTERSWEET. My mother died young, and alone in the hospital. In the 60’s, cancer patients were considered so fragile, they need visitors to wear PPE.
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Thank you, Glenn. Sometimes we don’t know what we have until it’s gone.
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I am glad they had time together in the end. I often find the concept of time bittersweet.
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The bad with the good. Thank you.
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What a clear image to describe it.
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Thank you, Paul.
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Wonderful.
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Bittersweet time…smiles through tears but grateful for time together.
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Indeed. Thank you, Lynn.
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We are always lucky if we are granted those times. Bittersweet exactly. (K)
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Sigh. Thank you, Kerfe.
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Your last lines express the shadow play of grief very well! Overall, another well-crafted work!
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Thank you. 🙂
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A poignant read. I’m glad you could write about it. Life!
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Yes, life. I’ve found writing to be therapy, at times. Thank you.
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The best therapy! You’re welcome 😊
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