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Left to Remember
October 16, 2018
Life-times,
From running around
In Sunday corduroys as children,
To new leather jackets.
From soft feelings of satin beneath my fingers,
To cotton swaddling my newborn child.
Each night,
Washing princess dresses,
Day after day,
I watch her grow and my wife age.
Time seeped out of reach.
As baby blankets turned to yarn,
All traces of life withered away,
Eventually.
© Lukas D., Conway, AR
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It uses the fragility of fabric to show the temporary nature of life.