Memory
A fictional poem inspired by the song “Puzzle” by Tobu. The poem is about a young girl who lost her father and preserves his memory by creating a stained glass flower vase to keep beside the picture of her father.
Stained glass pieces,
pointy as triangles
and sharp as pencils.
I build
the mosaic cylinder vase
and keep it
in the living chamber.
To reconstruct,
to divert myself,
and to paint a ceramic
with tessellation pieces.
Flashing crimson red,
soft bright aqua blue,
sun shining yellow,
minty cool emerald green,
sweet bubblegum pink,
and peaceful violet purple.
A goblet now a statue;
it perches
like a trophy on my nightstand
and faces
the man in the onyx robe.
A painted tombstone,
no letters or numbers.
Just a memory of my papa:
a wizard who lived with me.
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Talia Devora
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