One of those castoff items that we shove
Promptly deemed ‘junk’ upon a second glance.
I hid you on the highest shelves above
With a slim ‘someday’ of a second chance.
In solitude you stoically withstood
The cruel confinement you were sentenced to.
With dogged demeanour of solid wood
You kept your composure as if you knew.
Oft butting heads over your checked acts,
My late dad and his dad battled so well.
Though I delved not in your strategic tracts,
My grandsons set you free from jail cell spell.
That chessboard - centrepiece I now hold dear,
Your pieces shine, each one is carved with love.
When boys butt heads I smile in silent cheer,
Imagine dads are smiling from above.
Artifacts may lose temporary trend,
Then triumph tenfold in the timely end.
brought out a big feast
together puzzle had pieced
plan on a new priest
James Thesaurus Hilarious Horn
in a fountain of wishes, where dreams are tossed like pebbles
hope is rushed, silence hushed -
light being the language of one seeking
imperfect to be
yet,
perfectly pieced are we
Perplexed:
at how pieces perfectly connect with you
when,
imperfect to be
are we
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~ Just a little Scribble ~
Thoughts from the Heart
I caught my breath.
I let go.
I pieced together the past
And it seemed easy enough to believe.
It gazed at me with the kind of sorrow that would shut anyone down.
You breathed life into my soul
That was far from being whole
Now it's being pieced together
By your love that is forever
Piece by piece it's being glued
I no longer feel nude
Without someone to mend my pain
With you there's so much to gain
The broken feeling is now gone
A new emotions being born
I've never experienced
It's a different kind of dance
That my heart is beating to
There's a fire heating through
Veins, muscles, and drops of blood
Your love is starting to flood
My whole world and wont let go
There's something you need to know
I will always be grateful
For the caring and tasteful
Way you made me see there is
A need for some happiness
That's been missing until you
Showed me what I need to do
To fill up my life with joy
Now that your my special boy
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