And now you are gone again, this moment on this day......gone for almost as long as I knew you. Imagine! every formative year countered in near equal measure for each one apart, every lockstep moment faded by the passing of tides and time, until I become you. Until I become you in that standstill moment— this age, this midway — your celebration then as familiar as my yesterday now a present, now mine to walk without impression.
Poem ©2016, by Jen Payne, daughter of Henry C. Payne.
When I was nine my parents parked outside the plaza card shop on a hot June day so I could buy a present. My sister stayed in the car. The shop smelled like paper. There was a back room, separated by a beaded curtain, where you could find gifts: candles and wooden owls, macramé and pottery. The candleholders I bought were avocado green and hot pink —a pair, two, like my parents. It was their 10th anniversary, and we were celebrating. How funny to find them after all these years, candleholders in a dust-covered box with hard wax held fast, like memories and how things used to be.
Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, National Poetry Month, 28.
On the 20th Anniversary of Your Death I can almost hear the sound of the mailbox, feel the gravel driveway beneath my feet as I raced inside to call you. “I got accepted to…” I squealed, so excited to share the little successes as they arrived 30 years ago, before college, graduation, the accident. There... Continue Reading →