NOTE: Here's another chapter of this 100 prompt challenge!
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Aaron turned the page again. This time, there was no picture. Instead, there was a poem, surrounded by pictures that made Aaron think of heaven.
"Who wrote this?" asked Aaron. "There are two sets of hand writing here."
"We did," said Sandra. "Your father and I wrote this together."
"Really? I never thought that you or Dad would ever try writing poetry."
"We tried," said Nicholas.
"What he means to say is that this was entered into a writing contest," said Sandra.
"Did you guys win?" Aaron looked up at his parents.
"We got second place."
The three leaned over and read the poem together.
Under the moon,
The bright, bright moon,
Two lovers sit,
On the dark, dark grass
Under the tree,
The dark, dark tree,
The lovers talk,
Of his lost, lost father
In the man's mind,
In the man's tortured, tortured mind,
He thinks about him,
His father lost
In the light,
The bright, bright light,
My father resides,
Waiting as he calls me, calls me
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NOTE: Really short, huh? Maybe I'll write another today.
