
With Aunt Heather


listen, to every word, change the toilet paper roll, go to the store, don’t ask what she wants for dinner, just make it, get the car washed and vacuum the inside, watch the rom-com movie, don’t invite the old frat guys home, make the dinner reservation, say yes to italy, say no to tv sports, clean the bathrooms, get the car tires changed, only buy jewelry that she has already selected, always share your dessert, never eat garlic in front of her, bring home flowers, always offer to drive, help your children with their homework, take the dogs out at night, rub her feet, say thank you, say i love you, say i understand, ask her if she needs help, listen, to every word.

first, the obvious, if you know my taste in music, and many don’t, adele? probably not, but kids change you, like how my sister got my dad listening to the indigo girls, my daughter loves adele, she listened to hello many, many times, it took me several days to understand the lyrics, paddle to the other side, canoeing on my brain, it is a thing, but there is something magical about riding in a car with a teenager, on the road conversation, meaningful, but no eye contact, music in the background, enter adele, her voice pulsating through the radio, let me photograph you in this light, in case it is the last time, that we might be exactly like we were, and there is it, soulful voice meets nostalgia, i’m hooked, and now i love adele, a true music story.
held together by shreds of faded fabric, pages torn, inside inked December 1914, that cursive once on chalkboards all across america, found it in the trash where my father had placed it, rescued history, my hands cradling the past, how could you throw this away?, i thought, but never said a word, her poems carefully pasted next to drawings of men and women, little girls, dolls and dogs, lakes with sailboats, christmas greetings from the 20’s, dance cards, foxtrot, lindy hop, young love in pencil marks, pressed carnations, color long gone, diaspora of flower petals wedged into the treasure’s every crevice, army v. navy football ticket, pink powder puff once pressed on a face, my grandmother’s, her life still here, with me forever.