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Cradle

By Carrie A. Golden

Cradle

The gravel road led
to an abandoned
skeletal shed

I peered in and saw
scattered woodwork tools
a sight gave me pause

On the center of a table
as tears threatened to flow
an unfinished cradle

Memories filled my mind
of a grandfather and an unborn child
their spirits forever entwined

Turning my back on things
that belonged to the past
I fled before my heart unhinged






Article © Carrie A. Golden. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-06-15
Image(s) are public domain.
1 Reader Comments
D. Denise Dianaty
06/15/2020
11:21:47 AM
Amazing, Carrie
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