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Rated: 13+ · Book · Educational · #1300042
All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
#933358 added October 19, 2018 at 10:35pm
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Lost In The Shuttle
A signature image for use by anyone nominated for a Quill in 2018

She knitted,
crocheted, tatted
a mound --
gifted, worn,
forgotten,
forlorn.
But, that did not diminish
love
in lotion-soft, leather hands --
in two criss-crossing,
blue-metallic needles
or silver shuttle,
worn, forgotten
in a pile of belongings
boxed,
opened by a man
not her son
at a thrift store
in the winter of 2001.

I still wonder
about dad
who died
later that year.
Worn, forgotten
without the warmth
she could give,
not realizing
it resided
in the hallway
beneath
framed tapestry,
her Last Supper,
in a dresser drawer
packed to brim.


Grand Prize Winner "Second Time Around Contest ~ On Hiatus

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Congratulations on winning the Grand Overall Prize in  [Link To Item #2164876]  with your beautiful poem, [Link to Book Entry #933358]. This poem really moved me. Great writing!

Rachel *^*Heartv*^*


Honorable mention in Round 63 of Shadows and Light Poetry Contest:

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Here is another Shadows & Light MB to add to your collection!

Rachel *^*Heartv*^*


The Motivation Behind This

When I thought of everything I have written,
all that pours out from me,
I'm reminded of mom on the couch
with her crafts, watching TV
and not understanding the discipline,
not understanding the dedication to something
that produced so much without
encouragement or appreciation.
Why do we do it?
I'm a bit of a narcissist where mom was not.
Maybe, there's no comparison.
She was the true craftsman while I am lost.

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