Whenever I walk into that room at home,
my father greets me in his own silent way.
He is always there for me,
and was always there for me.
Memories of always and forever true grit.
Now he’s mere grit in that antique urn –
ashes to ashes.
I run my fingers over its bronzed face,
feeling the warmth of its solid artistry
crafted by a master’s hands.
The surface is now lined and pitted.
Oh, my dear father, I miss you –
your love and your imperfections.
What lies within adds value.
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| Writing Prompt |
Compose a FREE VERSE poem on the subject of MEMORIES.
Your poem must contain a MINIMUM of 8 lines--no limit on MAXIMUM.
POETRY ONLY--no structured form such as haiku, sonnet, etc.
***You may use 1 picture of your choice--NO animated images or words in picture.
***Author notes are acceptable.
***Your title and Dedication~~ IF you choose~~ MAY be included above text of poem (in the body of your poem).
***You may use ONLY I color font and ONLY I color background.
***Do NOT write a tribute to any member of FanStory past or present (no names or hints of identity).
***NO, NADA, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT
No animation, no 'memes' with picture, no music or videos.
***A MINIMUM OF FIVE ENTRIES REQUIRED BEFORE VOTING BEGINS.
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