Postcards
a memoir, for Amy
Unaccompanied minor. You get your wings.
Camper across America. You, me, Bunny the cat.
How many houses make a family?
Off to college. Empty closet ache.
Snow board, surf board. Who’s bored?
Wedding album. Sweeping rice and dreams.
Always moving. Did I start that?
Your passport, a book.
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Brigit – Love this! Having heard about Amy for years, this is a wonderful condensed and poetic version! The last line is so moving.
Love the stories each line conjures. Though I didn’t know Amy, I feel connected to her and you. Especially like Bunny the cat and the board/bored wordplay. This poem shows how much can be said through leaving things out.
Thanks again for the feedback! I’m pleased the lines worked!