
I passed by an old friend today
Tattered, torn and weather worn
From years of dedication
He still stood proudly there
Though faded, not jaded
To remind me
Of freedom
My friend
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I passed by an old friend today
Tattered, torn and weather worn
From years of dedication
He still stood proudly there
Though faded, not jaded
To remind me
Of freedom
My friend
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You sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,
How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !
Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson 11-11-13

Lilac! The sight of you is like the visit of an old friend.
Your fragrance brings back fond memories of childhood
days in May when you bloomed in my front yard.
We children would run and play while enjoying the scent
you surrounded us with.
Mother would let us pick bouquets of you to grace our table and
to share with neighbors who were not as fortunate to own a bush such as you.
Lilac, I loved you as a child,
and I still enjoy your purple splendor in my yard
and upon my table in May.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-19-13