Filling in the Holes

Another "family" poem from long ago.

the child played games whose names would never again be remembered.

 

the mother sewed dresses with yellowing patterns that would disintegrate before her death.

 

the father played faded love on the fiddle at dinnertime but no one knew the words then either.

 

the dog chewed a t-bone lazily in the backyard before the doghouse had rotted away.

 

and all the while time went by. seemed slow. was too fast.

and when they try to remember the year, they might. they might not.

 

jacks in the back of an old suburban. a-line pierre cardin. patsy cline's sweet voice.

a leather dog collar with the tag that says "boots".

 

maybe they'll be able to fill in the holes.

 

 

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[Poetic Injustice]

Oh .... seems we share a memory or two. *sigh*