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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dad's work shed I recall today the scent of wood and dust in the air cobwebs in corners and crooks sun flooding in through windows . . . his scarred and scored wooden work table the countless tin cans of nails and screws Dad working on a new plan his coffee cup forgotten and ignored and I would bring him flowers . . . precious dandelions, buttercups and daisies which he would place in a dirty container of some sort smiling, he would lift me up to sit beside him we would ponder his scribbled sketches oh, the grand ideas he had . . . I still have those doodles and outlines I look at them sometimes and remember slowly the lazy afternoon would pass for me and Dad later we would sit on the rusty porch swing side by side, just swinging . . . I would hold his hand so tight like I never wanted to let it go but, God had a plan written in the book of destiny for my Dad and who am I- to question what God has written so, I had to let go of his hand and this is the day I became a writer of poetry ____________________________ Written July 21, 1997 Poetry/Free Verse/Dad's Work Shed- Throwback Copyright Protected, ID 07-1437-303-21 All Rights Reserved, 1997, Constance La France I wrote this poem on the day of my Dad's death July 21, 1997, at 10am. I had always written things like stories about my cats or flowers I liked, but on July 21, 1997 two hours after Dad's death I stood in his work shed with the eyes of a poet for the first time, and found my poetic voice that day and this began my journey. I posted this poem on poetry soup in 2013 for a second time, I had been on the site earlier than that but had left and deleted all my early poems but it was originally my first poem. Submitted to the Standard contest, The Throwback Challenge sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 03/11/2022 First Place
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