Rummaging…
Through…
The drawers…
Of my life…
I wonder…
If there’s…
a poem…
In there…
Somewere…
Grabbing…
My…
Emotive...
Metal detector…
I scan…
For a...
Stirring...
An emotional...
Charge…
What is that
fragment of
Memory?
A snap shot...
Mom and Dad...
On their wedding day…
in the back...
of a car…
Kissing....
The perfect cliché
No charge there
But wait…
A question
Pops into…
My 3 lb brain…
What was…
My first…
Memory….
Of each…
Of them?
Chills…
Tingle…
Down…
My…
Spine…
Like an…
Archaeologist..
Dusting off…
The first…
Remnants…
Of a found
Fossil….
Could this
Be my
Poem?
I dig…
A little…
Deeper…
My first…
Memory…
Of my…
Mother…
I was…
A baby….
Crying in my crib..
Her yelling…
“Jesus Christ!
Would you just
Shut Up!”
As she slams...
The bedroom..
Door….
My Father…
Stopping
The car…
Demanding…
That I get out…
My heart…
Literally…
Beating out…
Of my chest…
Sweating…
Shivering….
Taking me to
Back of…
The car…
He opens..
The Trunk…
And…
It’s full…
Of…
Presents…
For….
Me…
I place those
Pieces of..
My Poem…
Aside…
And Ponder….
What’s the bigger
Truth here?
I dig a little
Deeper….
The thing…
I struggled…
The most…
With my…
Parents…
Was…
I never…
Quite knew…
What kind…
Of emotional…
Storms…
I would have
To weather
(pun intended)
On any given
Day…
Hailstones of
Anger…
Or
Torrential floods…
of Outlandish…
Love…
And so…
I learned…
From an early…
Age…
The fragile…
Art of…
Walking on…
Eggshells…
My first…
Memories…
Of each of
Them…
Acting…
As a kind…
of…
Foreshadowing
Of things…
To come…
And…
My Poem…
Has…
Found…
Itself…