What little memory remains,
It was grand, my lifes parade
Excitements piled onto achievements.
Now it is over. Holding the last memory,
Tightly - the others are fading fast.
It was her, during our big trip - somewhere.
She was so happy - we had so much fun.
I hope she is on the other side, waiting.
Cannot see anything now, except the grey plain,
The faintly colored memories floating away,
Out of my grasp, forever it seems.
If only I could get out of this damned chair...
Author notes
Free verse, in response to the image.
A contest entry
- Life Poetry 101 by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended September 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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no image was needed after reading this. You truly did a wonderful job with the prompt. Thank you. Love, Lane
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Why thank you
Sometimes I manage to hit the target
Appreciate your good words.
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bravo!!!
great write and wit...
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Thanks!
was the best I could do off the top of my head. (Balloons=memories)
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Want to trade?
I like your touching, more light hearted version than I like mine.
Buddy
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Thanks!
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Aww
Your words are so touching. Wonderfully written. I wish you all the best.
Linda
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Thank you
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