One Poem by Randal A Burd, Jr.

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Echoes of Yesterday

She often sat here decades long before
The writing there was added to the wall.
Wrapped snugly in her favorite knitted shawl,
Forgetting pains she’d chosen to ignore.

Her memory has faded like this chair—
Its finish chipped away, its cushions torn—
Few people now around were then to mourn,
And fewer still know who was sitting there.

It’s easy to forget she settled here
And lived and worked with dreams of better days.
She’d optimistically count the ways
Tomorrow’d be the highlight of her year.

Yet now this soul has long returned to dust;
Possessions left to chip and fade and rust.


Randal A. Burd, Jr. is a married father of two and an educator working on the site of a residential treatment facility in rural Missouri. Randal’s poems have recently been featured by Rue ScribeThe Society of Classical Poetsand Verse-Virtual among other publications.

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