my parents (both now deceased) are still my inspiration. This poem is very special to me - one of the first poems I wrote - it may not win a contest, but if it honors them that is reward enough!
We had come to love that time of day,
when the moon pushed the sun away;
stars peeked out from twilight curtains,
for a glimpse of mom, we were certain
like the Mona Lisa, so stately and serene,
still our model of what sacrifice means.
Listened to our dreams of grandeur,
while her cutlets sizzled, nothing grander!
letting us get lost in our imaginations,
magic carpet rides over nations;
watching us soar higher and higher,
moving clothes, from lwasher to dryer;
Delicious aromas brought us back,
to her kitchen, where love didn't lack;
We opened an old basement door,
our father's world we'll forever adore;
where blueprints of greatness in private begun,
taunted with “what if's” and remained undone;
Yet we danced unaware on dust covered floor,
to the beautiful music of his circular saw;
particles of dust shone brightly as diamonds,
as the sun snuck in to join in our fun;
Believed there was no limit to how far we could fly,
he gave us wings, to get us that high;
his travels ended at the borders of his dreams,
chose to build a family to the best of his means.
I am sad to leave my childhood home today,
clouds in my soul, means rain's on the way;
yet I'll not stand here, waste tears and weep,
for what strangers are not worthy to keep!
our memories are not in wood or stone,
but etched deep in our hearts, ours alone
Bronze trophy winner
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Well done poet!
just a heart warming and m oving piece, loved it
hahaha. great poem and don't let anyone stop you. 
haha. later on
