A Poetic Entry For Writer's Cramp |
| This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp" . The prompt is to end the poem with this line from The Poisonwood Bible, bolded: Walk forward into the light Light of the Past The past is beckoning from the darkness, small town days in Rockville, Maryland Popcorn popping at Woolworth's Taking goldfish home in a plastic bag Mother ruled the fabric section, with her Butterick patterns, ready to whip out the "pinking" shears on a moment's notice ~ What is "pinking" anyway? I have her Singer Sewing Machine and his solid black Underwood Typewriter, Her measuring cup feeds my dog, Boo His copy of "The Grapes of Wrath" is falling apart in its special place Red and white metal kitchen table, I touch daily for luck, they have another great granddaughter due on a deceased granddaughter's birthday strange how life flows on after loss Two people so positive and so dear, I loved meeting their arriving planes Welcoming them home, those smiling faces wished forever happy, they walk forward into the light 20 Lines ![]() ![]() |