Journal
In one corner of my ancestral home~
Placidly stood a comfy library,
There I saw a journal embossed in chrome
My grandma’s treasure, her dear diary.
There my grandma used to read me daily
The stories of her humble childhood days,
Written in that journal she kept dearly;
Which until now still fresh as new sun rays.
September 12, 2021
For “J” Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
1st place
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2021
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