Wanted: Life’s Largest Labelmaker
Dad’s garage began with basic tools
hammer, wrenches in a red box
The collection grew
camping gear, Christmas decor, bicycles
every nook and cranny packed
like starved sardines
Dad’s skill for finding the elusive
tidbit gained him notoriety in our family
Only he could find anything in that
beautiful mess of a system
for years
All Dad’s things
and some of ours
are still there
lurking in shadows yet
lost to him
The pile we used to tease him about
All those countless items have
taken on new meaning for
nameless
“I think my brain is breaking”
he said