Missing You Poem

Poem About Family And Loss

I wrote this poem while navigating through the process of cleaning out my grandparents' house after the loss of my grandfather.

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7th Street


Published: July 2016

I stand looking at the big stone house,
a house filled with memories
and possessions collected over a lifetime.
Inside, children and grandchildren
formerly gathered around the dining room table
and laughed at oft-repeated stories over Sunday dinner.
Now we are equipped with bubble wrap and boxes.
If it were up to me, I'd keep it all,
Reminders of childhood and beloved grandparents.

The dumpster in the driveway,
Swollen with discarded furniture,
Reminds me of the job to be done.
I wrap,
I pack,
I reminisce.

My mother calls me upstairs.
Both strange and familiar faces stare smilingly at me
from black and white photos,
keepsakes saved for generations.
When the tear in my eye
threatens to become a river running down my cheek,
I busy myself with packing again.
I bubble wrap the china from Sunday dinner
and place the family photos in boxes
but stow the memories in my heart.


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