it was left to me – cleaning
out drawers and closets
after he was gone
my dad, who never
threw anything away
I stumbled over a river
of books that trickled
across the bedroom floor
the old chenille bedspread
was still turned down, ready
for the body that matched
the indentations of the mattress
the closet door stuck – it always
had – and I tugged, hard
until it yawned open
there looking out at me was
the assemblage of an
everyday wardrobe
I pulled the faded, pilled blue
sweater that he wore all winter
from the wooden hanger
shrugged it over my shoulders
the lingering trace of aftershave
caressed me like a gentle hug
my fingers touched something
solid, round, smooth at the bottom
of a deep pocket – a ring
in my hand was my mother’s
simple gold wedding band kept
as a talisman of love for thirty years
tears brimmed, then released
like twin waterfalls cascading
down my cheeks
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Beautiful flow of words and emotions.
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Very profound!
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One of those moments that we all experience some time: beautifully written.
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Thank you.
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Wow. I liked this. One never expects that memories shall be kept for so long as life takes over. But when a memory comes back, it takes a bit out of us too đŸ™‚
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
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Thanks so much!
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Such sweet remembrance as well as sad. Great job with the prompt!
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The symbol of love stored for three decades reflects the attachment of the two people involved. true love. an emotion-filled poem.
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Thank you
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Ohhh, dear heart–I felt I was right there with you. Wonderfully written.
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Thanks Dell!
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You’re welcome.
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love this–“I stumbled over a river/of books”
The whole piece is so gentle and poignant.
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Thank you so much!
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