i gave away my paintings today
in a years time i’ll be married
and i am certain my father will
look upon my scattered artwork
with admiration, fond memories
and love-- they will comfort him
when he misses me; when he makes
his own coffee and vacuums his own floors;
when no one laughs at the same joke
he told yesterday and nobody puts his keys
on the hook so he can find them each morning;
my fiancé wouldn’t even
notice them hanging around our house
his eyes never leave me.
Author notes
understood?
♥
Comments
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love it, love the ending. there is a two-part unfolding of relationships and what makes them work: freshness and familiarity.
a great piece
-cassidy
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Two sides here, one, it's a love story which speaks highly of the fiancé. I looked for sadness in her leaving, but I don't really know...she mentions her dad, more of his pride than how he'll deal with the situation. There even sounds like a twinge of guilt there. As would be natural I guess. But whatever, it's a lovely poem.
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I reeeeally enjoyed this.
"when no one laughs at the same joke
he told yesterday and nobody puts his keys
on the hook so he can find them each morning;"
---favorite part.
Greatgreat poem!
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lovely my dear.
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