Mother’s Hands (in Gothic)

OK, here is a little more gothic take on my previous warm and fuzzy “Mommy’s Day” delight…

Mother’s Hands

Mother’s hands,

Cold like ice,

Dusty with earth,

Reach graspingly,

To embrace me,


With skinned knee.

A ruby gush,

Warm from the vein,

Brings a smile.

Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales


About Tim Keeton

Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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2 Responses to Mother’s Hands (in Gothic)

  1. Sandra says:

    ooh I like this one. 🙂

  2. Jodi MacArthur says:


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