I am responding here to a prompt to write about boxes from a new to me writing site that seems to have great prompts -http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/.
It felt good to have a father poem come to me after having just written the mother poem.
After Daddy died, I,only child,
put his house and life to bed.
Last day of shiva, I sat alone
on his closet floor, file box
open between spread legs.
It was all there, my adoption
papers and birth announcement,
pictures of ladies in Martha
Washington dresses I drew him,
hand made Fathers' Day cards,
letters from college, childhood poems,
my first published professional piece,
post cards from Paris, New York City,
birth announcements for my two daughters,
program from their father's memorial service,
pictures from vacations and my second wedding.
Daddy didn't say much, The contents of his box
left me with tangible proof of his enduring love.
May 13, 2010