The baby teeth rattling in a bedside table, kept for love or superstition.
The puckered quilt that held the dream where Mom disappeared.
The tumble down those stairs, ending sharp with the taste of blood.
The wasps crawling on a cluster of fat Concord grapes, so ripe they drip.
The seal bark cough of my brother, two, ringing off the porcelain tub, shower running hot enough to scald, air thick with steam and prayer.
The fox with a lady’s scream in the woods behind the house, night after night.
The tall pine that swung with wind, which I imagined falling over us, and the nest of vultures in its crown.
The rabid bat in the master bath, battering itself against the mirror.
The piano, now dusty, and the song I never put to paper.
The cupboard under the stairs, which held the sour smell of particle board and my last journal laying fallow.
The neighbor’s puppy teething on my new dress, punching holes like a moth.
The crayon graffiti uncovered by a lifted couch, too late now to ground the culprit.
And the night the green trees froze and snapped like gunshots over the still marsh.
Things once lost are found, and placed in boxes to be lost again.
Some of it we’ll leave behind.
About the Creator
Suze Kay
Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.
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Comments (16)
It kept me focused from A til Z, not to miss a detail. Very well-written! I like how you retrieved all these memories and then put them back in a box.
This was really beautiful Suze! The imagery you used which painted such beautiful glimpses into lives and memories for the family! Great work!
This touched my heart! How incredibly relatable and written stunningly. ❤️
Incredible piece 🎉✨💖👌📝Congratulations on your Top Story🎉🎉
I don't know about everyone else, but you could have gone on longer. We were traveling with you. What a great piece. Congratulations
Oh my what imagery and word choice! Congrats on Top Story! 😍
So relatable. Can't take everything with you. So beautifully written, and a congrats on Top Story!
Congratulations! 🎉
I was just going to echo Naomi's words, that's the feeling I got. Like looking at things and holding on to some that matter and still have an important place and letting go of the things that you don't need to keep. Gorgeous writing as always, Suze! Congrats on a beautiful Top Story!
Wonderful words, and some great observations
I find this list so interesting, because it ranges from unfortunate events to the mundane and uneventful… but nothing joyous. To me, it doesn’t feel like a nostalgic piece. It feels like recalling things that once mattered, but discarding that which matters little now… and keeping what shaped you into who you are today.
The piano, now dusty, and the song I never put to paper. This line kinda hit me so hard! I loved your poem!
You're writing is spellbinding, it flows so effortlessly
This was a sweet poem that hit me straight in the feels. Awesome job!
This is breathtaking and steeped in nostalgia. Really lovely job capturing the feeling of leaving your childhood behind. "Things once lost are found, and placed in boxes to be lost again." What a powerful line. Amazing work, Suze
Lived that sickly nostalgia with you as I read this. Which points to its quality of execution. Lovely piece, Suze.