Memories of Bob
(Judy Dykstra-Brown Acrostic Poem)
Just as I was about to give in to distress,
up came a memory of you,
diverted by all those dreams
you carried in your head.
Dreams consisting of wood, metal, paper, stone––
your first loves
katapulting themselves into your art.
Sculptures startling in their originality,
taking their viewers into new worlds,
returning, eventually, to
actual life, and me.
Beautiful memories
return daily, now that you are gone.
Over the years, I see you daily, nonetheless,
when I see what you created––
now the only part of you that remains.
For dVerse Poets the task is to write an acrostic poem for the name of a famous person, loved one or yourself. I used my own name, Judy Dykstra, which after marriage included my husband’s last name as well, blending us, as does this poem. I hope.

Judy, I keep coming back to “Dreams consisting of wood, metal, paper, stone.” It makes me feel like Bob is still right there in the things he created.
~David
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And in his sons, as well. All of his older sons are artists and his youngest is now writing books. I just found a book of poems his daughter did. It was for a workshop I know he enrolled her in, but they are lovely, even though I’m sure she didn’t keep writing. So he is also in the children (now adults) he created.
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Dear Judy, such a lovely tribute to your Bob … sounds as though you were beautifully matched in the creativity and talent departments. Thank you for leaving me a comment, it was a fun write. I have had a mad crush on him forever.
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Beautiful tribute!
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Thanks, Kim
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You understood my intention perfectly!
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Though I never met Bob, I feel like I know him a little bit from what you’ve written about him.
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And you’ve seen his art. That tells a lot about him.
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I like how you wove your memories of him with your own name. “Stitching” the two together with his creative bent and yours, poetry, is quite fitting. ❤
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Thanks, Jennifer.
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