Written, June 5, 2025 For The Contest, “Decrepit” Sponsor, Constance La France
“Restoring beauty from decrepitness fulfills the heart with treasured happiness.” _by Poet Decrepit was a table we once owned, part of our living room so long ago, left in the home, my Dad, in time, had sold. After my Mom had passed, he let it go with other matching pieces, later sold by the new owners, barring this one piece left at the curbside, mixed with other trash. I saw this, and my heart could find no peace. Dilapidated, shabby, and decayed our antique table, which my Mom adored, was left unguarded in a leaky shed- abandoned and exposed- so poorly stored. I placed it in my trunk and drove away to meet a friend with fine restoring apt. I knew he'd make it look as good as new; decrepit to a polished look, adapt. It soon appeared as I remembered it; restored into a lovely work of art. I do embrace it as my mother's gift. This heirloom has returned to never part.
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