sweatshirt,
frayed and tattered,
warmth held in the gaping
holes, a worn memory of him,
my dad.
A Crapsey Cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt.
sweatshirt,
frayed and tattered,
warmth held in the gaping
holes, a worn memory of him,
my dad.
A Crapsey Cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt.
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Thank you! ❤
This is an amazing memory that you shared, Merril. The impact of your words really touched my heart!! ❤
Awww—thank you so much, Colleen. I appreciate that. ❤
I got goosebumps reading your words. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you again! ❤
Wonderfully conveyed memory.
Thank you very much, Luanne.
embrace it!
OK. 🙂
So lovely and tender ❤
Thank you! ❤
What Marie said 🙂 I like how worn and warm are so close to rhymes. In this poem they are almost synonyms.
Thank you. I hadn’t even thought of that. 🙂
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Such a beautiful thing…
Thank you so much, Dale!
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I love this.
Thank you very much, Shirley!
A lovely tribute
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Comfort in words. Well done, Merril.
Thank you, Ken.