Willow, at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ hosts a weekly writing prompt
using the below photo. Write a poem or vignettte
I got his pocket watch... still in the original velvet box with the satin lining.
Never used, saved for a special occassion, and I guess in all his 60 years on this earth there never was one because, I never saw him with it. But then again, I never saw much of him.. He traveled around the world making deals...making money...he said, for me...so I wouldn't have to work as hard as he. I would have rather had a father. But I got the watch...still in the pristine packaging.
Before they closed the casket I bowed my head in respect and dropped the ornately engraved,Roman numeraled, silver, pocket watch into his coffin.
All I wanted was you ,dad, I whispered over him.
I turned and walked back to the pew somber that I had given him back the watch for this special occassion.
It was the least I could do for him.