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the blue markings
the blue markings
with coffee clutched --
by the wall
by the door
a story told with gentle markings
each rising to meet another
one in blue
the other graphite
these gentle notations
on satin finish
darling with age
an area no cleaning agent could scrub
until the day
I give this house up
the first day
when you stood most obedient
the angling stick rested atop your head
she reached beneath
scraped the wall in permanent blue
your backpack idle by the door
your brother before
three years ascending
by graphite
gentle dark markings did install
now intermingle,
reside amid the rising blue
such hope sent
my eye's gaze reflecting
on inscriptions of each year
the first days of school
imagining your noggin
from foggy mornings of yore
every marking I spy
as high as it would go
to the top
until the finish
until the final date, now
I realize
the potential of you
was in memory
not in the future
anymore.
10.19.20
41 lines, free verse
It's sad (blue) when they grow up and rehashing (markings) in the present, reflecting on past and future knowing charting their height was the only true measurement..
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