MEMORIES

A Poem by Kent Bayburt

My mother always laid a plate for my dad on the table, even though he was long gone. She said: “This way, I'll never forget that he was with me."

Table, placemat, and a plate ... Still, I serve your memories every day.

© 2010 Kent Bayburt

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My Fair Lady

wow, simple and powerful. I love that you tribute your mother in the description.

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Kent Bayburt

Fort Myers, FL

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Passed mile marker fifty. Worked in service industry related fields all my life as own/op or consultant. Graduate of De Paul University (1980/81). Did humanitarian work for nonprofit volunteer organ.. more..