Saturday, May 10, 2008


between the leather doors of the
memory book
I house your life paste you
in with your famous bubble quotes
those light bulbs flashing over your head
illuminating years of pages
and decorate the rooms
with patterned scissor cuts
around the borders in bold
triangle and square colors
tape in flowing blue and red ribbons
ABC+s and
a curl of hair
the paper on the walls embossed
with floral patterns recalls
the garden where you sipped mint tulips
at your first tea party


2 Responses to “”

  1. janetleigh said

    What lovely imagery and memories of my own scrap books. Very touching..

  2. nathan1313 said

    I like how well you sustain the house metaphor. The image of the light bulb is excellent and you have a real eye for the line break — something I find tough to do sometimes.

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