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Dad's Work Shed
Let me tell you a story . . . about Dad's work shed that I hold in my heart oh, I can still smell the scent of wood and dust in the air the many cobwebs in corners and crooks of the old shed and the dappled sun flooding in through windows . . . he had a scarred and scored wooden work table with countless tin cans of nails and screws and Dad was always 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 container of some sort smiling, he would lift me up to sit beside him for hours we would ponder his scribbled sketches oh, the grand ideas he had . . . I still have those doodles and outlines as memories and I look at them sometimes with tears and the lazy afternoons would pass in the quiet shed for me and my Dad later we would sit on our rusty porch swing side by side, just swinging . . . not talking 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 and who am I to question what is written by God so with tears I let go of my Dad's hand one sad day ____________________________ April 14, 2013 - Repost and Edit August 28, 2022 Poetry/Narrative/Dad's Work Shed Copyright Protected, ID 04-1483-999-14 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Submitted to the Premiere contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 13 sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 09/11/2022
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