November  17, 2020

BOXES 

 
 
From time to time boxes are placed on our porch.
Holding – containing – the memories of our lives.
We miss them because we go in the side door.
Or someone steals them – or we’re not listening
to the reminders that surround us. Cars crash.

Relationships go another way. Life happens.

Death happens. We forget that not everyone

sees what we see the same way we see and

vice versa. But .... But.... But .... But from time

to time we hear a song in an elevator or a sermon
in our church – or we drive by a cemetery – or
the hearse has stopped in front of our house.

 

 © Andy Costello, Reflections 2020