It is that time of the week again, Friday fictioneers par Ms. Rochelle, this week’s image is also courtesy of her. I am not at all sure about what I wrote…from the title to everything in between…my body and mind is on overdrive, but I really want to keep with this…Please feel free to comment and offer criticisms if you have any. As always you are more than welcome to join. THANK YOU ALWAYS FOR STOPPING BY!!!
Image courtesy of Rochelle
“Mommy, I can’t find my crayons” Felicity yelled from the top of the stairs. “I bet grandpa has them again” she continued then muttered…
Joslyn, her young mother smiled as she walked towards the library in her father’s mansion…ever since the divorce she had moved back in with her aged father. She found him sitting at his old oak desk, back bent from days and tales of old…there on the desk as her daughter had suggested were the crayons along with a picture of her father and items of sentimental worth…
Joslyn paused for a moment…Father wasn’t moving
As time goes by
The ones we love fade away
Sweet memories and images
Forever imprinted on our minds
Like paintings from of old
Cherished items and photos
Sometimes the only reminders
They were ever here
Boomie Bol 