I categorize prose as something with a directional plot. Poetry is a collection of thoughts, not always with rhyme or clear reason.
Whatever you want to call this, I love it. I wish I had the courage to say anything remotely close to this to my mother. I may think it and believe it, but words are often hard to cough out into conversation.
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Aaaah, it sounds like you are far more knowledgeable about the technical aspects of writing than I am. Thank you.
I have tried to say such things to my mother before but she almost always rejects any kind thing I say to her. So instead I ponder them, send them silently or try sneaky, playful ways to slide kind, loving compliments into her head.
I shall have to see if I can create something one might call prose and something more rhythmic or rhyming in future posts. 😀