Constance La France Poet Free verse

And

 
I recall . . . 
Dad's work shed to this day
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
And the countless tin cans of nails and screws

And 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
O, the grand ideas he had
I still have those doodles and outlines

And the lazy afternoon would pass
For me and Dad
And later we would sit on the rusty porch swing
Side by side, just swinging
And 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, I had to let go
But today, I sure am missing Dad
 

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April 14, 2013

Poetry/Free Verse/And
Copyright Protected, ID 04-470-984-14
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Fresh Poem #3
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 05/17/2013

First Place

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Skat A July 18, 2013 at 10:32 PM Constance, :-). Congratulations, with your awesome HIT in the poet destroyer's contest. Hugs & Hugs** SKAT

Richard Ferry July 14, 2013 at 7:28 PM The Dad everyone wants ..Nice write

Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2013 at 12:08 AM Just adore this one, Constance. Great seeing it again and congrats on your well deserved win.

Poet Destroyer A July 14, 2013 at 12:02 AM Stopping in with smiles.... :-) :-)... Congratulations, Thank you for taking your time and hooking me up with an awesome OLD # 1 hit... I had a hard time choosing the winners... please enjoy my blog when you have time. Hugs & Hugs.... xox~ LINDA

Ray Dillard May 19, 2013 at 10:59 AM Your Dad sounds like a guy I would like to have known. I enjoyed reading about you both. Congratulations, RAY

Abdulhafeez Oyewole May 19, 2013 at 10:29 AM Very heartfelt. Many congrats to you~A.O

Tim Ryerson May 17, 2013 at 7:03 PM I can smell the smells, hear the sounds and see the sights in this beauty Constance...Congratulations - Tim

Poet Destroyer A May 17, 2013 at 5:42 PM Congratulations!!! Constance, I thought I read this poem before. Maybe in a dream. Unless it was a poem I read from you, back then. I enjoyed, with the deepest tears... always~ LINDA

Michael Ainsley May 4, 2013 at 9:05 AM Your poem has moved my own memories of my father's furnature refinishing shop. The smells of saw dust and paint remover etc. Thank you for that.

Andrea Dietrich May 3, 2013 at 7:45 PM wow, this one is SO GOOD. Full of feeling. I am faving this one, Constance. And I am really sorry to hear of Linda. I tried calling a number I had of hers but it was disconnected. TEll her hi for me if you ever can. Life is getting difficult for some of us! Luv, Andrea

Abdulhafeez Oyewole April 28, 2013 at 11:02 AM Another great piece though surrounded by "tragedy breeze"...A beautiful tribute to him... I sympathize with you~A.O

Joe Maverick April 28, 2013 at 10:00 AM Such strong memories here Constance.. I can see your good beginnings in life were established here; more men like this are what is needed in this world, amd mothers of the same intention, who knows how much good could be realized..'

Ravindra K Kapoor April 20, 2013 at 12:30 PM You have created a gem with the tender memories of your lost Dad. While reading your Poem one would feel for a moment, as if your narrative was happening before the reader. The sweet memories of parents always leave a fragrance of those tender feelings, which we never get from anyone else. Great write Constance. Love and best wishes...Ravindra

Jack Horne April 19, 2013 at 2:47 PM beautiful and heartfelt write, my friend. Hope you and those cute kitties are doing well and feeling much warmer x

Lucilla Carrillo April 18, 2013 at 3:15 PM Constance; I feel for you. This is really heart felt. Be happy that you knew your Dad. I never knew mine . I remember very little. I am sure that your Dad watches over you. Many blessings...... Lucilla

Russell Sivey April 14, 2013 at 8:24 PM This is a very sad write, but written with a tender voice, showering us with pleasant memories of your past Constance! I loved each line that you have written, so expressively portrayed and blended to tell a heartbreaking truth, to hold onto our memories that we have with our loved ones for they won't always be there with us! What a terrific piece, Great Work!!

Carrie Richards April 14, 2013 at 7:40 PM I may be wrong........but the very first poem I ever read by you, moved me so much. And I believe it too, was about your dad's work shed. It was so beautiful......as is this. ( I hope I'm not mistaken.about that)....One can sense the loss the beautiful memory, and the heartache in these beautiful verses.