My Mom brought me life, was my biggest cheerleader, and sometimes drove me nuts. She was always my dearest friend. This is one of her works, published by the International Library of Poetry.
Last Nights Kiss
I held you so close I could feel your breath sweep across my cheek, like a soft warm breeze melting the first fragile frost of nightfall. I begged permission from your eyes and absorbed the memory of your face that last night and tucked it warmly around my shivering soul. Slowly, I softly pressed my lips on yours as the howling wind scattered the fluttering leaves and a quivering snowflake floated it’s way to heaven.
~Joanne Elaine Denton