Poetry Friday is with Catherine Flynn, who's hosting HERE at Reading to the Core. Go visit to read her abecedarian recipe for teaching. Thanks for hosting, Catherine!
Don’t Call It a Loss
Wednesday morning became a poem.
Trinkets have over-stayed for grandchildren
now no longer playing with trinkets.
Granddaughters are on a trip.
“I have the day free,” I said to myself.
"I’ll do my walking early,
then get to the task".
I brought all the dishes and baskets
to the kitchen to search for
throwaways. I know the memories
will stay, but
mystery game pieces,
tiny cars,
plastic spiders,
pretty rocks,
worn plastic people
had to go.
Rocks remain but
now garden strewn.
Here were small bead bracelets
plastic coins,
two metallic pieces engraved
with ‘love’ and ‘joy’,
plus
pieces of jewelry
all with a goal
to sparkle a collage –
never made.
I found one mystery,
A tiny red foam ball.
I had no idea why it was kept,
Then I saw the slit.
It was a clown nose,
worn by my young daughter
on Halloween.
I’ll demonstrate
on a beloved sloth
who lives here for the girls
to play again.
Stoic she is,
like this day
when I’m patiently perusing
my memories
And giving my goodbyes.
Linda Baie ©