Here as promised is my Word of the Month Poetry Challenge poem.
Gift from an Old Journal
My mother spotted it,
partly obscured by
green grass beside the walk,
brought it to me
still violet blue in death.
“You probably have a lot of these.”
Thrilled the way I used to be
by magic capes and decoding rings,
hardly believing my good fortune,
I cradled the fragile wisp in my hand —
the new star of my collection.
Gazing now at the careful entry,
the fragile page in my first journal —
my 12-year-old self,
the rare blue butterfly —
gather to me once more for a joyful moment.
(c) 2019 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved