Vestige
He didn’t have much
in
the way of mementos,
a
bible that belonged
to
his mama, a tobacco tin
that
his daddy had used.
There were a few gifts
There were a few gifts
from
his girls over the years,
and
more recently, keepsakes
from
the grandchildren too.
He
kept these things,
but rarely looked at them.
but rarely looked at them.
But
once each autumn,
when
the earth gleamed golden
for
a time, just before turning
barren
for yet another winter,
he would retrieve the small box
he would retrieve the small box
from
the back of his closet, sit
for
a spell, and re-read each card,
one
by one, voicing each word,
reliving
every moment.
~~~
First published in Whispers in the Wind
November 18, 2014
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