I have an ornate cardboard box,
quite large, with lid and metal handle,
stuffed to overflowing with tangible
memories, crackling paper photographs.
I treasure most the black and white
that echo with my mother’s laugh,
when her eyes were wide and bright,
her skin was smooth and her hair was soft,
when she could lift me up
and hold me in her arms.
I love those fading stills of childhood, I miss
my mother’s hug and tender kiss.
The only image I’ll allow to fade
is in my head, the one of her last day.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – One Memento
Our host this week is Mish, who says that, with winter soon bidding us farewell, we curiously become caught up in the ritual of ‘spring cleaning’: sifting through old bills, hauling off clothing to the nearest thrift store and looking for new ways to organize with limited closet space.
For Mish and me, the most difficult part is the process of purging. What do I keep and why? Will I ever use it? But then there are those special mementos, those dusty treasures we will never part with. Mish has shared a poem called ‘Mementos, I’ by W.D. Snodgrass that sums it up nicely, that you can read by following this link: www.poetryfoundation.org
Mish has asked us to write a poem about one memento. We may use a souvenir from our travels, a photo, a keepsake from a special moment or event, through which we channel the emotions and significance they hold for us, sharing a little piece of our past, a glimpse of who we are.