a childhood memory -

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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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