''I Remembered''

The sewing machine, idle, gathered dust,
   so long forgotten in grandma's attic;
      oh, sad it is just going to rust.
Can still hear grandma's voice so dramatic,
                    best storyteller in my family!
I wandered, with a candle, touching things . . . 
        (Grandpa's love letters - My Dear Amalie)
and on this girl's finger her wedding rings.
      The war years seemed like only yesterday,
   when grandma was telling me that story;
because, of her, I found my destiny . . . 
                    storytelling is also my glory;
I would watch her face to learn the right spark.
       "Read your eulogy, Gran, hope you were proud,
I remembered-  stand tall with a voice loud."
          (The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.)

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April 14, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/"I Remembered"
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1013-024-01
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Written for the contest, One, Nine, and Sixteen
sponsor, Viv Wigley

Sixth Place

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