I tackled my closet today. I'm determined to get it organized this Week. But I stalled when I found a box of my Mom's handiwork dating back ninety Years. I tenderly held in my hands the Needlework that she once held in hers. I missed her. I moved on, wondering why I had kept a Check register from 1975. Leafing through the pages I recognized My husband's neat handwriting. Min's entries abruptly stopped when his Life did. I couldn't toss the booklet and filed it away. Two ancient warped pictures took up Space on the top shelf. They were funeral photographs of my two Uncles who died long before I was born. I remember them sadly hanging on the Wall of our farmhouse. Dad told me his brothers were victims of Diphtheria. Epidemics are nothing new. Twelve year old Harvey died just 6 days after His nine year old brother George. In memory of my grandparents I Studied the pictures, tried to imagine their Grief and returned them to their spot on The shelf. But not all was gloom in my closet. I rummaged through boxes filled with Puppets and beaded purses and Plastic Easter eggs. I started a garbage bag of throwaways and A box of giveaways. At this rate I may need to extend my Finishing date. But considering that I have no pressing Engagements for the next few weeks, I guess it doesn't really matter. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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