Stranded
How I was loved - a 50-word prose poem
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comes the writing prompt “stranded”. See HEREI remember, Mama, when I was five you’d lay me down on the kitchen drainboard to wash my hair in the sink, a washrag over my eyes to keep out the soap.
Now you’re gone, and I’m stranded here with thousands of small memories of how much I was loved.
I love your use of the word 'stranded'. Such an interesting choice. Bereft? Alone? But at least with loving memories.
Aww..... so special, what grace!