Monday, January 14, 2008

Empty Boxes

This is an inventory poem, a listing of items. But it's far more than that. It's a poem about departure, loss, a certain amount of pain.

"Healing," perhaps, is too strong a word for the ending, although I felt a need for something ... for comforting, I guess, as I looked over some of the items left behind by one of our sons.

He had discarded them as being of no use to him in his new location, his situation of being out there in the world on his own. I was double-checking, I suppose, to make sure he wasn't throwing away anything of value.

The basement was very quiet that evening. The memories came flooding back. It was the same ... all those memories ... with the departure of each of our four sons.

There was always that twinge of sadness at the ending of another chapter in our lives. Even with the good memories to bolster me, there was this sense of loss at their leaving to live on their own.

In that awful quiet that settled in then, I had to remind myself that they would do well, they would stay in touch, they would be back. We would still be a family, as we had always been.

Then I could throw away the empty boxes. But I kept the memories.

This poem received a First Place award in the Ohio Poetry Day Competition of 2000, and is now part of a manuscript in search of a publisher:

EMPTY BOXES

I touch worn corners,

torn, misshapen lids,

as though mere touching

might ease the pain,

and in the scattered

emptiness I find

a battered brown bag

with a piece of paper

crumpled in a corner

like a dried leaf,

folders for your

drawings, writings

sprawling across pages,

a fragment of pastel,

pencils, a flattened

glove, engulfing me

with memories as I

sort through, hoping

to find somewhere

a measure of healing.

© 2006

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Today's word: crumpled

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