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My father’s house
by
Sue Marier
Translucent blue key
Reflecting sunlight
Dangling upon my chain
Adding to the bulk
In my pocket or purse
Never to be inserted in a lock again
In its time
It opened a door of love and conversation
Strained times
Often misunderstood
Words of wisdom
Passed on through the generation
So much remained untold
Time passes
Steel upon steel will never transpire
The scene repeats itself
Over and over again in my mind
The car will turn into a familiar driveway
It will find its use again
Where conversation flows again
With my father
Perhaps a key is no longer essential
It just serves as a reminder
That he will always be there
To serve up wisdom
Along with companionship
For a meal.
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