Every shelf, every drawer, every closet packed with precious trinkets and antique books and 50-year-old rulers, knitting needles, lace.
I find my father’s WW II dog tags, my mother’s middle school history notes. A box of radio tubes from before transistor radios.
Dense layers of things separating them from death.
Jennifer L Freed writes mostly poems, and sometimes very short stories. Find her at @jenniferfreed20 or jfreed.weebly.com.
Very nice! We’ve all been there.
Thanks, Ruth
I’ve just unpacked all my papers looking for something today – and remnants of moments and achievements of my life lie over the floor. Your story is a humbling reminder of our mortality. Thank you – i really enjoyed it
Thanks very much, Jane. I appreciate that