Turning Back Time
I will turn back the tattered pages of my life,
to when I was a young girl and free of sorrow;
I remember walking holding hands in the park,
you and me father sitting on our park bench.
It is still there- that place we talked for hours,
the ducks and swans still swim over for a treat;
but there is an emptiness in the park for me,
since you left me so suddenly with no goodbye.
So, I will remember you on that bench father,
telling me a long story of your own childhood.
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September 26, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Turning Back Time
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-926-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Lines of Ten
Sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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