My Lost Poetic Treasures
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Written, April 27, 2025
For The Contest, “Write Fourteen Beautiful Lines”
Sponsor, Constance La France
“Lost, special treasures truly break our hearts-
more so, those honed by our creative arts .”
_by Poet
So sad the poems of my youth are gone-
the ones I wrote so many years ago.
I married young, and to my love was drawn
to move down South- some items left to stow.
A box filled up with thoughts that sang like songs-
stored carefully, all safe on the third floor;
no sign on it to say where it belongs-
was whisked away as trash forevermore.
Our home, declared as theirs by New York State;
a river's bridge was in their plans to build.
My parents had to vacate by their date;
attending to some boxes– unfulfilled.
My poems honored family and love-
I know that God remembers from above.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2025
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