Glass shatters A child shouts, OOPS No-one else around to do it I must go assess the mess Inhale. Lucky me!
A boy and his mother and a jar of tomato sauce— splattered across Aisle 11
Exhale. How can I be mad at this adorable child? It was only an accident! You can tell by his face
In fact, I remember a time when I was a little boy and I broke a jar of sauce I thought I would never recover until I looked up at and saw my Grandmother— she and I were shopping together— Her eyes were wide open But she smiled
Alone in his mess. Alone in my mess. A mother smiles. A grandmother smiled.
Shaking my head— I smile— We both live on Isle 11 Not strangers. Repdigit.
We rode through the field To get to the old barn— A stack of antique windows Would soon be ours! The smile on Pa’s face Gave us consent to feel free To take a few pieces of the past From his tobacco farm
We cautiously climbed over Unsteady wood—piled high Evading rusty nails and idle tools To gather our handsome treasures A crack of thunder made us rush To load up the truck We closed the barn doors and drove off Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust
One day he ran He ran very far away Wondering if his family Needed his stay
Fearless. He should have been.
Soon, he looked back: He heard a song He was sitting on a stool Holding a drink
He was singing along He wondered why?!
He could not be there
I still see the back of you Guiding and leading the pack We biked miles to the beach We could say anything! Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody Anything but: Goodbye
Hopefully, we are all okay Yesterday was quite the memory Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey? Why do the colors of life go away?
The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say Hey for today
A few weekends ago, my dad and I were at a truck rental agency in Cincinnati, OH. We were headed to the house my grandparents bought 57 years ago. With my Grandpa having passed away a couple years ago and my Grandma in a nursing home, the house is now for sale and we needed to get our things. My dad asked me to bring up the directions on my phone.
Knowing the address by heart (I can recall addresses and phone numbers from my childhood better than those of today), I typed it into Google Maps. The map appeared, along with a small photo of the house at the bottom left of the screen. The Street View provided a nostalgic glance at the house I knew in my heart I might be going to for one of the last times— if not the last time. I clicked on the screen with my thumb and enlarged the image.
There he was, my Grandpa Ed, sitting on the porch with his legs crossed, in one of the two Cracker Barrel rocking chairs my parents gave him and my Grandma for Christmas many years ago! I couldn’t believe my eyes. How in the world had the Google Maps Street View driver managed to capture him at this exact moment? Then, I realized Grandpa was probably in this same position every day and I was just lucky an update of Burch Avenue had not already occurred.
Modern technology can be so strange, at times. But, there are definitely moments when you can’t help but just be thankful for the ways it provides moments of awe and gratitude and maybe even an unexpected hello from a deceased relative. For me, this was one of those moments.