Forensic Memories

Forensic Memories

A Poem by Jed Johnson

Fingerprints of others,
are the memories,
good times, trips, fun,
sadness, helping, hoping,
forensic evidence of life,
that can never be collected.

© 2017 Jed Johnson


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It's those fingerprints still pressed into certain objects that my grandparents or my parents actually used that give those objects value only to me. Crocks for pickles and my granny's cast iron skillets and my mother's pearl covered bible that she carried down the aisle when she married my father - these are my priceless treasures with memories. Clever title...

Posted 7 Years Ago


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It's those fingerprints still pressed into certain objects that my grandparents or my parents actually used that give those objects value only to me. Crocks for pickles and my granny's cast iron skillets and my mother's pearl covered bible that she carried down the aisle when she married my father - these are my priceless treasures with memories. Clever title...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Jed Johnson
Jed Johnson

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Husband, father of 2 teenagers, Food Service Director and Dietitian, originally from Texas, living in New Mexico. Lived and worked in several Texas communities, and also Searcy, Arkansas. Hunter, fish.. more..

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