Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Weekly Scribblings - One more?


     Last Ride 

It was early in the morning 
Been to the hospital and back 
Strapped safely in her new car seat 
Back there tiny bundle of joy 

Glanced down on the way up the stairs 
Motorcycle was chained below 
Thinking how it had been ridden 
Fast, wild, reckless rides many times

Comes change with that precious bundle 
Demanding more care and support
Death must hide until she grows up 
Another addiction to quell

A shiny red Harley beckons 
No.  "The last time" cannot be had  
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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Rommy at The Weekly Scribblings # 84,   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/weekly-scribblings-84-last-time.html?m=1 
 - Rommy would like for us to shape our words around the phrase, “the last time”. We are free to interpret what that phrase says to us, but we must use those words somewhere in our piece. 
 - This is true of me but I didn't want to set my write in first person.
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6 Comments:

At Wednesday, August 25, 2021 1:15:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sad to give up riding the Harley – but for what a joyful reason!

 
At Wednesday, August 25, 2021 8:02:00 AM, Blogger Outlawyer said...

Oh so sweet. A lovely dilemma! I think you made the right choice! Karin (Maincddaily). Take care!

 
At Wednesday, August 25, 2021 10:19:00 AM, Blogger indybev said...

Sadly boys must put away their toys to wear the fatherhood hat!

 
At Wednesday, August 25, 2021 11:23:00 AM, Blogger Rommy said...

I had a cute little red sports car that I kept well maintained for a few years, but had to give it up because there was no room for a baby carrier when Darling Eldest was born.

 
At Thursday, August 26, 2021 2:12:00 AM, Blogger Vandana Sharma said...

Such attachment one can never let it go.

 
At Friday, August 27, 2021 2:06:00 PM, Blogger R's Rue said...

Love it

 

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