Tending Her Garden

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“Anonymous” Contributed by Courtney Wright

I found the old boots

Right where he said

Sitting next to the mouse                                                   

Long ago dead…

 

They were taped at the toes                                                 

Tattered and torn

The laces were gone

The soles were worn

 

He wanted to wear them

None others would do

Boots were much better

Superior to shoes

 

“Your mother gave me those

To work in the garden you see.

I need to tend to her roses

She will be home at 3.”

 

I smiled down at my dad

As he placed them on the floor

How do I begin to tell him

Mom’s been gone since ‘84.

 

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 18, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂

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