The Packing of a Suitcase
As I open the suitcase
The lavender scent fills me
I choose my grandmother's pearls
The well-worn family Bible
Photo albums of lost faces
My favorite book, "Charlotte's Web"
Inside, on yellowed notebook paper
The first poem I wrote
"Let's go, Mom. It's time."
"Who are you?," she says.
3/12/18
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2018
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