Spiritual Poetry posted August 19, 2022 |
A father's spirit lives on in his daughter
Gone, But Not Really
by Rachelle Allen
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Another Rhyming Contest writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt Please write a rhyming poem about a spiritual subject. Please rhyme at least every other line. |
My father, Bill Saxman, had THE most uncanny knack, when he was behind the wheel, for ALWAYS--no matter where we were or how busy the location--getting THE closest parking spot! Once, we were in D.C. --during Spring Break, no less!-- and just as we pulled in front of the Smithsonian, our destination that day, a car pulled out exactly in front of it! When he died, I "inherited" that knack. Just last Saturday, for instance, my college roommate and I were in Lake George, a wildly popular and popuLATED tourist town, and I got a parking spot right on the main drag in the middle of town. My friend and I both looked skyward and said, "Thanks, Bill!!"
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