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Her Father's Junk

She piled it up in heaps and mounds and hurled it all into a skip - his things were gone, the house was clear. I saw a trembling bottom lip... written 19th March for Constance's J for Junk contest

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Susan Ashley

Date: 3/31/2022 2:26:00 PM

Aww, Jack, such a poignant scene spills from your potent pen. You’ve captured a mix of tender emotions with this beautifully packaged poem. Your empathy shines through in the power of your poetic finesse. Warmest wishes, my wonderful friend .. ~Susan

Harry Horsman

Date: 3/28/2022 7:26:00 AM

Wow, Jack, love this intriguing poem, can see more than one scenario here, clever stuff, love it.

Judy Ball

Date: 3/27/2022 5:26:00 AM

This is sad Jack. Sounds like finally removing the belongings of a loved one after his passing. Nice job. Good imagery. God Bless, JB

Constance La France

Date: 3/26/2022 6:57:00 PM

Jack, congratulations on your win in my Just Write Me A Poem contest, wonderful ~Constance

Christuraj Alex

Date: 3/24/2022 10:04:00 PM

Sentiments filled junks cannot be, perhaps, easily thrown away. Beautifully written. Congratulations!

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 3/20/2022 8:34:00 AM

It happened to us, my father in law came every weekend to stay with us, so we decided it best that he left his little empire of flats and shops behind and the family would run his business, so he came with a trailer filled with everything bar the kitchen sink. He had his own little flatlet at the end of our house, so he could feel independent. We sorted junk from good, but were not in his good books for quite a while after that. Things came right - love your poem a fave! Hugs, Jen.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/19/2022 5:15:00 PM

Sad. I can imagine how hard that would be on any person having to do that with their parent/s worldly possessions. I did not have to do that with my parents. Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/19/2022 3:18:00 PM

oh I really relate to this one, Jack. I hate it when Joe makes me throw my things away. For me they are NOT junk, but almost all my stuff is junk to him. Love this.

Joe Maverick

Date: 3/19/2022 2:14:00 PM

Tender yet evocative, well conveyed Jack I note as have those below; the tight frame You have employed, which gives it real power I feel we are picking up on the times we have Read so much In a glance in someone's eyes A real lot can be seen, multiply this billions Of times as it happens worldwide... And it Becomes a write enormous in complexity and Empathy.'

Indiana Shaw

Date: 3/19/2022 10:35:00 AM

Such poignancy in matter of a few words that said it all, nice one Jack . . . : )

Christuraj Alex

Date: 3/19/2022 9:17:00 AM

My God! Great!