THE BARD’S OFFICE

What use to be his office~

Is all mine now. ~

What was his writing space~

Is now my creative place.

I inherited his dictionary~

A new battery for his spellchecker~

Needs to be obtained. ~

I cherish now his tools~

Which helped him to be famed.

Pictures he had gathered~

For his books~

Are piled behind me~

In their own little nook.

The Bard of Ratlum~

Cherished objects~

Still decorate the room~

Now bitter sweet memories~

Paint my mind with happy times to gloom.

Hard copy writings~

Are most likely his words~

We might not of yet heard~

Although to bring myself to now read them~

My grief does detour.

Stacked near my computer~

I have some of his readings he liked best~

The Lutheran Hymnal, A book on Robert Frost~

The private writings of a poet~

That in the old days had been lost.

Photographs hang on the wall~

Of the Bard and his cronies~

Some of them your average folk~

Others some famous blokes~

All of which he prized highly.

What use to be his office~

Is all mine now. ~

What was his writing space~

Is now my creative place.

I have since added my own special~

Paraphernalia~

From the verses of Robert Louis Stevenson~

To pink sticky notes~

As I tackle my own writing challenges~

In once the Bard of Ratlum’s home.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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