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Where I lay my nest
Along the shores of my bank,
I spotted this seashell; it was
the color of my childhood.
In a tiny plastic bag, knotted twice,
I was given ink-colored rocks
along with a note,
written by his aunt,
Greek tiny writing.
These rocks are from Voulagmeni Beach. For you with love,
so you could always have a part of Greece with you.
Your aunt, Tasia.
I did a DIY and recycled
glass lime pies
cute decorative bowls
I could not throw away,
along with Petite Maman jam jars.
Covered the note under them
like a lost treasure.
Who will find it next?
The dead
have so much more to say
after their death.
Tiny handwritten notes,
photos from 1956, first passport
upon entering Canada,
more recipes,
my own cards with no dates.
It was my father’s birthday yesterday,
he would have been 76.
I said Happy Birthday to you,
to the ice cold day, parked in
front of the cemetery on my way
to Starbucks.
I lay my nest in all the places
where I lived.
On Stuart Street, 1974,
running across the street
to elementary school
while the bell rang.
Grade four, suburbia nightmare,
large backyards
and poker parties.
I lay my nest
where my children are
my husband’s hand
my dead father
my mother’s midnight panic attacks
my brother’s sweet soul,
while
everyone else
begins and ends my days
with artful quotes
maniacal attacks,
while everyone begins to think
they are just a character in my next
novel. The truth is
no one exists
for that long
except characters.
Lay my nest within
for soon enough
everyone will be gone.
Comments:
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Feeling this today. Heart achingly poignant
Thanks Tosha. I appreciate your visit. 🙂
My pleasure xx
Love this! It’s so accurate!
thank you for saying so 🙂
Brokenheartedly lovely as always.Christina, your words always know exactly where you hit my heart. But I love the way you write. <3
as I love the way your write. x
x
Wonderful . . . full of meaning and truth, strung together beautifully.
Thank you Mary! Love your picture.
Thank you. 🙂
Scrolling down through your poem is like sky diving or white water tubing…once begun I cannot stop until the end and then I go back for more…
Oh, thank you! Waking up to that comment is amazing. Have a great day. 🙂