Open it up to page 7.
Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page.
Begin a poem/a piece of prose that begins with that sentence
Limit it in length to 7 lines/7 sentences.
"My heart sang and my feet were light" when I remembered you were coming after 10 long years, coming to me, to my arms where you belong.
Your room is sparkling and bare and I am at the door gazing at the clock , wiping my tears waiting for you.
I look at you from a distance, my heart jumps at your voice, my hands quiver to take you in my arms.
Your face has a few wrinkled lines, some grey strands and a chin under the chin singing of your blessings galore
I stand there and wonder if you will recognise my touch, if you will still fit in my lap, If I could once, just once carry you in my arms again
You hug me tight, sweep me off my feet, and carry me in your arms, spinning the world around me, making me believe everything is still the same.
Arms and laps, hugs and holds, laps and spins, all are same but the baton is passed on to the younger set of hands.