Lasting Ties

Bring out the photo album

With it’s yellowing ancient-looking nostalgia

Colored onto Kodak paper (or Polaroid)

There is mom on the bridge looking young and lithe and raven-haired

Framed by northern Minnesota pines

And here is Mimi, mixing up potato salad for a thankful family

In that big bowl that always managed to smell of eggs and onions

Here is dad playing tennis and somehow always victorious, even at forty-five

See pouting little sister in the corner, angry at some imagined slight, or perhaps real

There is older sister dressed for a dance in a shawl next to her denim-suited date

Grandpa in the yard, uncles and aunts and cousins collected at gatherings for who-remembers-what

Dogs too varied and cats too numerous to clearly recall their names

Lifetimes ago

Arranged to be kept as memory

Tucked into a corner of the bookshelf

Filed under yesterday

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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