It was only yesterday when a cupped arrangement of a dried nose gay reminded me of that red hat you wore. I dressed you in your warm parka, and you would tug your canvas bag over your shoulder, and went off to school. A vestige of those days comes back to me every time I see the art you made, still held in frames on my wall and desk. They along with the dried flowers, serve as a reminder of how adroit you were in those classes, and the talented man you’ve become. Your dad always portrayed a gruff attitude towards your dreams, but I think he secretly knew you would succeed in your career.
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Perfect image for your poem! Nice!
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