dad says his memory is not
what it used to be
that he can't remember what
he had for breakfast
or even lunch an
hour ago
but he remembers all the
important things
he says with pride
like when he put ink on my
feet and we made tiny footprints
on a piece of paper
that he folded and carried in his
shirt-pocket for six whole
weeks across how many
state borders
and brought back pink satiny
ballerina shoes with
silver sequins
you wouldn't take them off
he chuckles
even when you slept
they sure were pretty those pink slippers
he sighs
and stares at the sky
his eyes laced with brittle
threads that tug at
distant kites
fading into the blue
A contest entry
- Inspired By A Colour by xxRainbowDawnxx.
300 points, ended September 5, 2008, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Women Only (prewites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended January 29, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very sweet write
So nice to read something edifying about family. A beautiful write about memories that strengthen ones soul. congratulations this write deserves the recognition it has received.
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Thank you for writing about a good memory. So many of our poems about family members are concerned with bad memories. This was a pleasure to read. A true pleasure.
celtic queen -
This is very well done and touching... feels very real and I know that fading blue.
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You went and made me cry. My grandpa passed away last February. He had Alzheimer's really bad. Didn't know who I was for the last several years. I hope your dad always remembers you
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i love this. I love the ending sooo very much. beautiful poetry
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Clear Concise Memories
Beautiful memories beautifully written with vivid imagery. Surely a winner in my eyes and surely in yours.
Luv & hugs, BonnieQ
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nice write for the prompt .. congrats on the trophy as well . .
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thank you
glad you like it
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Awww beautiful! That's true though peoples memories can be funny from the usual things like the day before, but those memories from the good old days seem to always stay in their hearts.
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aw, this is sweet. I'm surprised that no one has commented on it!
'his eyes laced with brittle
threads that tug at
distant kites
fading into blue'
that is gorgeous...makes me think of someone with alzheimer's trying to grasp all the memories they can.
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thank you for reading and appreciating. love the way you write but you know that already
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