These are the things I thought to save:
……shells from Cape Cod circa 1977
……an orange Sears towel from my grandmother’s house
……and the necklace she gave me from her trip to Arizona
……the dissected photos of my parents’ wedding
……my Dad’s watch, overnight bag
……(also, his hardcover copy of Walden with margin notes)
……Winnie the Pooh……in the red shirt my mother mended
No matter the flood of seas or tears, accidental fire or the kind that comes with brimstone, and with all apologies to Buddha of course, I will suffer these attachments — these glimpses of a past life, the smells of cedar and déjà vu.
Poem ©2017, Jen Payne. Image: Water Album – The Waving Surface of the Autumn Flood, Ma Yuan. If you like this poem, you’ll love Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind. Click here to purchase your copy today!
Study hard, be smart.
Weigh the pros and cons of your decisions.
Stand on your own two feet.
Hard work is a key to success.
Love what you love with passion.
When you fall off a horse, get right back on.
Laugh a lot and often…
and you’ll come out on the other side just fine.
That’s my dad and me, college graduation 1988. He died 7 years later, 22 years ago today, at the age of 52. Life is fleeting — perhaps that is the biggest lesson of all.
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