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Packing and moving from my house into DJ's. Found things I hadn't thought of in a long time. For those of you who've lost someone, you know how it can be. 

'Little Box, Big Memories'

                                                                              copyright 2013 by Richard Reiley

Faded ticket stubs, half a pair of dice,

An old pair of glasses that she wore

Phone number on a napkin, an old match book cover

And two fuzzy out of focus Polaroids.

A program from a concert I'd long ago forgotten

She must have put it here for old times' sake

What's the point of holding onto things so tiny and so fragile

Yet so powerful in keeping me awake?


Little box, big memories

I'm the only one left who knows

Little box, big memories

What time does this curtain close?

Here's a poem done in longhand about a dog we use to know

And how she felt when he wandered on his way

Another about the tree we lost in a year of heavy snow

It held the treehouse where the children used to play

Here's a nickel that we found while walking up in Kansas

On a street in a town that had no name

On a trip that we had taken against the doctor's orders

And drove for endless hours in the rain

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Comment by wiffledust on August 3, 2013 at 9:32am

ok, glad you told me or i would have shared!

Comment by Rick Reiley on August 2, 2013 at 10:41pm

Thank you ma'am for the privilege. Didn't want this on FB. 

Comment by wiffledust on August 2, 2013 at 10:34pm

wow. just wow. this sure hit me and brought tears to my eyes. "i'm the only one left who knows" is a VERY powerful line. good work, rick. thank you for sharing. 

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