This Empty House
Everywhere, this place is filled
with treasures and opened boxes
of past dreams, benevolent ghosts,
a life's accumulation:
Baby's smiles, ribboned hats,
dry flowers, candles and keepsakes.
Grandmother's watercolor Rose and my
gleeful baby niece's photo album afford
a blanket woven of love
and other people's memories
to wrap me up
on a chilly evening by myself.
(7/20/2009)
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