Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

My Fondest Memories

As a delivery driver, I had a right to that space.
I calmly requested him to allow me to park.

I had time sensitive deliveries, but he said,  “No!”
It was a loading zone designed for people like myself.

But it was Christmas, and parks were very difficult to find.
I was rather dumfounded  until I remembered the season.

I think that he was dumfounded with what I next said to him.
In a pleasant tone, I said, “Come on man, it’s Christmas!”

He sat up in his vehicle and drove away.
I cannot remember a more pleasant memory.
12072016 cj PS Contest, My Fondest Memory,
Frank Herrera

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CayCay Godwin December 12, 2016 at 8:59 AM I don't know what to say. Are you being flippant, perhaps saying a fondest can't be picked, I am unsure. Attitude is well conveyed, but without hearing your tone, I can't pick up on the 'feeling' behind the tone. It doesn't mean others won't. I am intrigued by your write and left wanting more!!! CayCay Curtis Johnson December 14, 2016 at 11:18 AM Hi Cay Cay. Thanks for your comments.