she is still radiant. not radiant still.
unwrapping layers
of paper, removing the bow, flinging
off the box top—I robbed
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Outstanding portrait you have created here. The metaphors you use are well constructed and gives the work an emotional punch. 'she stands there ironing' is a superb image, when one consider the creaselessness that use to be there. Awesome work Kate!
This is lovely, Katie, a wonderful description of your mother, with 'whipped cream soft cheeks and infectous smile.' Love, Fran xx
katie- this is a beautiful poem. I found your profile after reading more of Billy Collins' poems. You have a gift and it's neat that you are sharing it. Libby~