Memorial day


I miss the Dead.

Polaroids with washed-out colors,

Nuanced meanings behind the creases

of their smiles. Muted sounds.

Long before devices marked

every event, every movement,

my heart recorded their sounds.

Sounds now scratched into my life,

spiral round and round.

My needle, lodged in the groove of past lives,

plays their sweet voices.

While many of those who I love have died throughout my years, either unexpectedly or through aging, the one life that brought so much joy to our family daily, was Ellie, our golden retriever – our fifth and last dog.  2013 cp

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