Bookmarks
She used a soft white cotton cloth, laced with tiny blues, placed it in the book of love created for her infant Jude.
While he ran and played with friends, she kept her book on knees care bent, marked her place with a little spare sock whenever he had needs.
It seems her bookmark had variety depending on her task, a leaf when walking in the autumn, a violet which he presented at her ask.
When he grew up and left her home, to college he would go, she gave him a leather bookmark for love and luck, to keep his place.
Jude came home for winter break and lounged on the settee, when called for dinner he grabbed a pen and bookmarked at his place.
He learned just like his mom to use what was handy to keep his place, the leather bookmark gathered dust, it was not of his breeding.
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This is my six line poem for the Six Sentence Story challenge word “Bookmark.” You can see more at Girlie on the Edge.
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My bookmarks can also vary, whatever is near will work.
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Very touching, very true for those sensitive to the changes brought on, uninvited, by life.
(Hey! Lisa! Good to ‘see’ you again here in Sixville. You should stop in at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro some Thursday)
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Anything will do, just as long as I don’t dog-ear the corner of the page, or weaken its spine by laying the book on its belly!
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It would appear Jude paid close attention to his mother as a child!
One day, when he’s older, he’ll treasure that leather bookmark.
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