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Robbed #poetry #napowrimo

We all should know -so they are not alone.

Promptly Written


Prompt: I challenge you to write a poem about food


she pushes the plate away
not another morsel
will pass her cracked lips

the days of feasts have fled
as nausea swells within
only cancer eats there now

she rolls over on her side
buries her head in the pillow
and dreams of food

©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.

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I am a mother of 16 children and grandchildren. Some of them are by blood and the rest by heart. I was a foster mom for a few years and the children I cared for during that time have mostly stayed with me through the years. I love to write, read, dance, paint, and play with my animals. I enjoy dressage riding and just being in the barn. My words are my gift, as they allow you to know me as I really am. Thanks for joining me on this ride of life!

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