Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A poem for the sandwich generation

half finished basement

the time was well past
assembled sibling team
to clear their home

accumulated metaphors
of sixty years ongoing
shed for the new

let go
let go

odours of their life
and ours
stirring deepest mind

disinfectant and decay
dinky toys and building blocks
dust and musty papers

let go
let go

matted dog hair
antique heart things
twenty tons of stuff

boxes of events
boxes of boxes
what were you thinking

let go
let go

unfinished walls
cans of full paint
eroded life plans

what you don't free
dragged away
by loved ones

let go
let
go.

swakeman (28nov11)