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Each afternoon my mom and I would walk
          Two miles along the old lake road to meet
               My siblings' bus, and all the way we'd talk
     How dear, the meager things ...

She'd tutor me with lines that I'd repeat
          A special verse by rote, (tho' I would balk)
               So thus by Friday eve I'd know, complete
     Another sonnet I could proudly mock

These lessons lasted only 'til we'd greet
          My sibs, on the return trip we took stock
               Of all the nature, bright and bittersweet
     How dear, the meager things ...

I so enjoyed those little walks each day
          That aged lake road with forest canopy
               I'll always hear her voice beside me say
     How dear, the meager things ...

Numberless, the instructions, taught to be
          The priceless wisdom used along my way
               While memorizing verse then wearied me
     It's why I'm now this poet, and to stay

Of all life's lessons that I've come to see
          The one most precious I will ne'er betray
               My hand in hers, so safe and so care-free ...
     How dear, the meager things.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.

(Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com)

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