Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, on this Friday, goodbye to November, hosts us at her wonderful blog, The Poem Farm. Travel out to the farm to see what's happening there!
Thank you Amy!
In the arduous task of cleaning out things, it is a constant question of what to keep, what to leave for my own children to deal with someday, and what to throw away. In my thoughts, this poem emerged. I imagine you have noticed I am rather single-minded these days. It’s all about the changes and the move.
“A poem is a small or large machine made with words.” William Carlos Williams
They say that it’s sentimental.
One should pretend it had not been
When I press that leaf from Boston,
Save tickets of movies seen.
Please let me gush;
Allow my weeping,
For over the years
I’ve also been keeping
Letters from friends and loves.
And when I find them
Still tied in ribbon-
These gifts from the past,
And when I see what’s
Pasted onto scrapbook leaves--
Ticket stubs-flowers-sticky notes of love--
I neither blush nor deny my feelings,
but applaud the sensibilities that guide me.
Lovely times follow me
And more are still to come.