photo by PSC |
Vestiges
The attic remains filled to the rafters,
still brimming with boxes, bins,
& crates,
bits of mementos of their
conjoined life:
pressed flowers, dancing slippers,
a heart-shaped locket, scrapbooks
of news clippings – births,
weddings,
graduations, and funerals; as well
as
a wealth of baby memorabilia:
hand carved toys & rattles,
tiny shoes,
a wisp of blond curls, and a feast
of
photo albums overflowing with “firsts”
–
first steps, first teeth, first
day of school.
Another corner holds an
accumulation
of vacation souvenirs: found
feathers,
smooth stones, beach glass, and
many
penny postcards from far off places
the whole family gallivanted
together.
Then, for good measure,
there’s a swatch of ancient keys,
uncoupled from lost and forgotten
locks
but linked, by the most fragile of
cords,
that no one seems
quite ready
to let go of
just yet.
PSC / 2019-Apr
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