A Hospital Visit
A cluster of wildflowers stuck in a jar,
partially withered, though the words never are.
“To Mommy with luv,” forms a bridge from the heart
of a boy who’s been wicked––naughty from the start.
Now he waters the flowers and winds up in the bed
that’s the realm of his mother, and where she is led
to plant on his temple those rewarding kisses
to remind him that he is the terror she misses.
For The Sunday Whirl, the prompt words are: stuck water words winds wither still cluster bridge spell wicked temples realm. Illustration created with help of AI.
This is beautiful Judy.
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Nothing like a sweet child to pluck at our heartstrings.
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So heartfelt, Judy 👍
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Thanks, Aptivi.
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Judy a striking and emotionally complex scene that balances childhood innocence with a heavy, melancholic atmosphere – with unconditional love 🩷
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Thanks for your generous words, Poet!
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So beautiful and touching Judy 💓
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Thanks, Sadje. Just realized there was an extra line in the poem I’d meant to take out so it had no rhyming line. Now fixed.
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Very cool Judy.
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