December 12 - Past
Freckled fingers stretch
There, beneath the wreath hung door
Hinge pops, Dad is home
This packs so much emotion into it. Wow.
Beautiful!
Aromas of baking
Ginger bread, spritzes, and pies
But grandma is dead!
She’s just worried about you!
She should be!😂
Silent specters haunt
My mind as memory’s thin layers
Shatter into dust
I love this, it’s one of those I can see in my mind, but feel as well.
Pinprick of light grows
It’s pulsating, beckoning
Drift into the past
This is trippy and disturbing, I love it.
I sang about life
In her special lullaby
She never got one
That is a lot of sad in a small package. Man, you know how to make an impact. Well done 🖤
Thank you. I love these prompts, but I see I’m a little late on this one. How do I make sure I see them?
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Freckled fingers stretch
There, beneath the wreath hung door
Hinge pops, Dad is home
This packs so much emotion into it. Wow.
Beautiful!
Aromas of baking
Ginger bread, spritzes, and pies
But grandma is dead!
She’s just worried about you!
She should be!😂
Silent specters haunt
My mind as memory’s thin layers
Shatter into dust
I love this, it’s one of those I can see in my mind, but feel as well.
Pinprick of light grows
It’s pulsating, beckoning
Drift into the past
This is trippy and disturbing, I love it.
I sang about life
In her special lullaby
She never got one
That is a lot of sad in a small package. Man, you know how to make an impact. Well done 🖤
Thank you. I love these prompts, but I see I’m a little late on this one. How do I make sure I see them?
I’m so glad you like them😌You’ll get them in your inbox if you sign up for a free subscription.
Great! I just thought it was a Notes thing.