Meg

She was a wonderful woman,
though she couldn’t boil an egg.
She was the only mother I had,
yet insisted I call her Meg.

I unlocked her secrets in the bookshelf
after she’d crossed to another realm.
Every title- a synonym for happiness,
each colour and cover a luminous dream.

We polish the skills that matter to us.
I learned that lesson, though rather late
She was the library of joy all out there
While I kept searching for dark secrets

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W3 Prompt

Friday Fictioneers