Mystic Rose Rose Poet Rhyme

A Precious Memory

Shutting the lights on today's rayon memories 
I trade them in for a moment on the heart 
Tinseled thoughts  of chivalrous stories  
of ancient tales, retold from ear to mouth   

Christmas expectations and blue spruce oblations 
snow squalls and  blizzards, sub zero weather 
Inside our dotting duplex a life of rotation 
a father daughter union, together we tethered   

beneath the well lit recall of yesterday's demise,  
lives a treasured memory of father 's minced up pies. 

December 10, 2021

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Paula Goldsmith December 28, 2021 at 7:17 AM Congratulations on your win. What a beautiful story/write. Treasured memories are the best. Have a blessed day and New Year 2022...........

Bj Legros Kelley December 27, 2021 at 1:33 AM Mystic Rose, thank you for sharing your sweet poem in the poetry contest and congratulations on your winning placement! I miss my dad so much. He went to heaven over thirty years ago, but the precious gift of memories are ours to always treasure. I hope 2022 will be a wonderful new year for you filled with much love and all that is good. God bless you!

Mark Koplin December 24, 2021 at 9:40 PM Congratulations on your win!

Lindsay Laurie December 11, 2021 at 6:04 PM Hello Mystic Rose ... amongst the sadness, the warmth of fond memories are so precious - thank you Mystic Rose - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf December 11, 2021 at 4:26 PM That last couplet is so adorable, Mystic. Were you 'daddy's special girl?' (I know my daughter, firstborn of my four kids, sure was). Season's best, Gershon Mystic Rose Rose December 11, 2021 at 5:36 PM Yes I think I was his special one Gershon, though it was a secret between us. :)

Joanna Daniel December 11, 2021 at 5:22 AM Lovely memories to hold on to, Vie:) awesome poem:) Mystic Rose Rose December 11, 2021 at 5:35 PM I hang on to each and every memory of love with them Jo.

Victor Buhagiar December 11, 2021 at 1:04 AM It is always that way. I remember mother's Christmas puddings. Alas we have to be brave and live without them. Hugs. Mystic Rose Rose December 11, 2021 at 5:35 PM Yes my moms smile is mine Victor, thanks for the recall

Bill Baker December 10, 2021 at 5:46 PM A lot of memories in this one, Mystic, especially the pies. Your friend, Bill Mystic Rose Rose December 10, 2021 at 6:14 PM Thankyou Bill, every Christmas past brings a smile on my lips ,