Books, Balls, and Candy by Terry Allen
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Image | Mael BALLAND |
Books, Balls, and Candy
I managed to fly from Minnesota
to Florida, getting in after midnight
to be with my mother
in the hospital where she was dying,
and after she passed, I spent a week
alone in her condo, going through
everything and getting it ready
to sell, and in doing so, I discovered
a drawer full of this and that
and whatnot, the bits and pieces,
the memorabilia of a lifetime,
and in that drawer was a lock,
a small vintage Victorian
brass and iron word letter
combination padlock
with pull sideways action,
a padlock with 4 turning barrels
that would spell the password,
READ, which I recalled
quite clearly from my childhood,
when my mother told me stories
about how the lock had traveled
from Britain to Australia
and now with her to America,
and read was one of the first words
I learned to spell, and it’s no wonder
really that the first Christmas
when I was old enough to ask
for what I wanted from Santa,
I said I’d like to have books, balls, and candy.
First published in Boundless Anthology
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Terry Allen |
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