Weekend Writing Prompt – Bequeath

Published November 8, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.


My paternal grandmother, Miriam Reuben Wisoff ©










My Grandma Miriam

Was a cynical and lonely

Old woman who bequeathed

Her reflections and perceptions

To her descendants in prolific poetry.

My heritage.



In fancy I see, like a flock of birds

Diverse poems from here and there,

Each with a different song in its throat,

Winging its way toward the editor’s chair.


Some fly low, of earthy things to tell,

While others to the sky must soar,

Each longs to impart,

What is in its soul and heart,

To a sympathetic editor.


*© Miriam Wisoff – 1963

16 comments on “Weekend Writing Prompt – Bequeath

  • Dear Rochelle,

    Thank you for sharing your grandmother’s poetry. How lovely that she bequeathed her gift for words to you. Now which one bequeathed your artistic talents?

    Shalom and lotsa poetic love,


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  • Dear Rochelle,

    So interesting gazing at a lovely portrait and a wonderful poem written by your grandmother, given the temptation to make connections with what we know of you. But you are you, and I for one can’t detect much shared cynicism with your worthy forebear. Talent? Yes! 😉


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  • This is wonderful, Rochelle.

    I knew none of my biological grandparents. They died before I was born. I have a few things that belonged to one grandfather (after whom I’m named).

    I envy your treasure.



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    • Dear Bill,

      One of the lovely things about the book is the inscription in the front “With all my love and best wishes, Mom–Grandma.” It was how she signed family letters. When I was growing up she lived far away from Missouri in Monticello, NY. She was my very first pen pal. Seeing her handwriting, even now brings back precious memories. Thank you.



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