scraps and treasures
preserved on shelves
behind panes of glass
frozen there on the wall
most without note, provenance
lost with the passing
the matriarch, memory
of the things, their deep meaning
triggers of stories, feelings,
smell, touch, connectedness
the living of our family
framed, saved, treasured
pieces of us
June 1, 2007 20:32
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1 comment:
I really enjoyed this poem. Keep at it.
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