Victorian Violet Press
My Mother's Face
Her face creased in a moment’s recognition
and the years fell back
I was a little girl again and she was mother
she tried to form my name
upon her lips.
The moment passed.
A shadow across that frail reality
had left its touch
upon her earthly years
and called to her now from
Oonah V Joslin
Three times winner of www.microhorror.com and Binnacle
honoree, Oonah is Managing Editor at www.everydaypoets.com
Her Flash Novella, A Genie in a Jam is online here.
She blogs at: Oonahverse and you can find links to her work in
‘The Vaults’ at Parallel Oonahverse
Art~ Carl Vilhelm Holsoe