Seemingly obvious, yet difficult to list
my dad’s crisp uniform polished brass stars on epaulets; fear marinated with pride
a metal box with a small brass holder with mama’s jewel trinket; pieces of my heart
the caramel ice cream bowl he refused to share on our first date; still special
the grey tape deck that had a loose play button; impression of my fingers stamped
crumble left overs of my brother’s favorite biscuit cake; an embodiment of life
his ugly school journal with scribbled words; touching it is like feeling him
my son’s precious three dimensional birthday card; gaudily populated with her love
a red resplendent dress gushing with their story; tantalizing with belief
dripping cones at the border of your adulthood; a girl cleaving her life in cities
A ragged blue stuffed toy, a pink podgy bear; my daughter’s friends in strange lands
the cuckoo with a broken beak reluctantly peeping from the clock; inventing change
the stone piggy bank full of pennies and cents; a collection of embarrassing moments
letters of our courtship stuffed into a burlap bag; weighing heavy in vulnerable trust
the Buddha’s in bronze, agate blue, a reclining pose; sitting around self absorbed
all of the above; neither holding on nor letting go
always available just at the edge of courageous memory
always available to pick from
especially on nights like tonight
when I need an unobtrusive excuse
to let the tears flow
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