Mar 17, 2016
I left my suitcases.
Inside were keep-sake rings and bracelets
photo albums of my trip to Europe, and of my family.
My books and clothes and personal items,
and I trusted they would be there when I got back.
But I never came back.
What dust was all this stuff ground into?
The depots of the world, scattered with personal belongings.
The dumps, the rubble, the piles of
portraits, jewelry, clothing, dolls.
Scattered, looted, lost.
I wonder if we have a safe deposit box in heaven?
Here’s your favorite bear.
That bracelet from your aunt,
that ring from your grandpa.
The photo of yourself in the apple tree.
And other stuff you forgot you even had.
The erosion of one’s life is odd in
the whittling away of small things.
This tiny detail,
is glistening in the dust
like a dropped jewel,
remembered in the heart of the divine.
Image(s) from Wikimedia Commons
Photo by Edyabe
Kimmy Sophia Brown has loved humor and music and freedom for as long as she can remember.She is especially passionate about the environment and caring for animals.
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