before my Father died
he combed beaches for stones
picked for surface smoothness
colour or shape
i picture him in my mind’s eye
at Anstey’s Cove
pockets half filled with finds
why he decided to apply
clear varnish, allow time to dry
glue a few chosen ones together
graded by size, escapes me
i haven’t a clue
perhaps he knew his days
were numbered and already
encumbered with that disease
which killed him, on a whim
he instructed his creative side
to shout out
years have passed by
i sigh as i look at unstuck remains
in my hands i hold the relics
of my Father’s last days
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Cassie58 (
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Wow, beautiful and those stones will be forever cherished by those who get to keep them, knowing he used his own eyes and hands to create the art. So beautiful, actually this can have so many meanings. A winning prize for a daughter. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for a beautiful review. Have a wonderful Tuesday dear poet. 🌹
Beautiful tribute. Moving and powerful. Such a connection to those stones. Excellent.
Many thanks Thomas. I appreciate you.
A sensitive write C.
Thank you so much Orchi. I appreciate you. Have a lovely Tuesday.
Very moving!!
Thank you Alan for your visit and appreciation. An old poem, but one that needs airing once in a while. Have a happy Tuesday.
A beautiful poem and
tribute to your
beloved Dad! 🙏
My pleasure to read indeed!
Best wishes 🍀 🌹
Thad
Thank you Thad for a lovely review. Pleased you enjoyed this tribute to my much missed Dad. Happy Tuesday.
Those stones are memories of your father and are therefore so valuable in your life Cassie.
Andy
Thank you Andy. How right you are. They need a little bit of fresh glue every now and then. Have a happy Tuesday.
Like you Cassie, your father was/is a artist. It takes a beautiful soul to see beauty in the simplest of things. 🌹👍
What a lovely thing to say AP. Thank you so much. Have a very happy Tuesday. I appreciate you.
I am firmly of the opinion that there was a purpose, a meaning and a profound message in those actions .. and I think at least from a subliminal perspective .. that message has now been reciprocally conveyed .. Neville
Thanks Neville, I am certain he knew what he was doing and why. We all want to leave a legacy of something when we depart.
I love your beautiful sensitivity
Thank you kindly for appreciating my words pretty lady. Have a beautiful day.
a very emotional tribute to an artistic father who has passed on his creativity to his daughter in other respects ..cherish the stone - my sister also has presented me with a stone she has painted, now that she has retired too, and i display it in a prominent place
I love that your sister has painted and gifted a stone to you. Thank you so much for appreciating my poem. It means a lot NafusaSB.
it's a beautiful masterpiece and worthy of appreciation..
my problem is limited time to read up the lovely daily posts of different authors, but am trying to squeeze in some time
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