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I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .
The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin
, inspire me still.
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Poetic Tides Through Time
#909635 added April 22, 2017 at 11:46am
“Two-ty toot two” …
Dad would always say at 2:22 each day.
I can’t help but see the clock at this hour;
He speaks to me from his bell tower.
Often as I casually eye the clock,
I smile to myself, always a little shock
to see 2:22– and think of Dad
who daily noted, (a hint sad,)
the same passing of time-
Each time, he made it seem like
a new unusual event, a psych;
He and I, we both knew the truth;
I played along, wistful coy youth
Besides, it was more fun that way
and he expected me to play.
His blue eyes would twinkle,
his grin wore a lopsided crinkle,
but always sincere and serious
and yet, subtlety mysterious;
as if he discovered an ocean
and loathe to share the notion-
Dad, I look for those silly two’s;
“Two-ty toot two….” sends new
treasured greetings from you.
Entry: April 22, 2017
Prompt: Two of something, doubleness
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Syllabic Meter: 8,9; not consistent
Rhyme Pattern: aabbx,etc; irregular
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost
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