The Things We Left Behind

Momma wept It’s all too much to accept The memories she kept Swore to preserve and protectChipped floors she patiently swept Stacks of of junk-mail and debts The kitchen of crepes and cartoons All consumed Momma, I said It’s all still there in our headsYour laugh as you fed usThe tales that you read usHandsContinue reading “The Things We Left Behind”