REMEMBERING MY FATHER LETA
As the pencil is being sharpened
And the ink is being refilled
The pieces are coming together
As the memories are being emphasized
And the truth is being revisited
The picture is showing itself
What a poem?,
It is man
Who had capabilities
A life full of possibilities
It is a father
Who had dreams
A life full of accomplishments
The seed,
As the writing becomes writable
And the writer acknowledges her writings
The pieces are showing an individual
As the recollection of events are coming under the surface
And the thoughts are being revisited
The picture is showing the owner
What a poem?
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