Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Sacred Objects

                                    december / nineteen eighty seven

               ... not wanting him buried in bare feet 

                                                                   ... we were sent off to buy a pair of socks / black, preferably

                      ... carried them back to the funeral home ... like the sacred objects they were


       
                                     
Photograph by Molly Matalon

6 comments:

  1. Leaves me wiht questions, of course, but a lovely poem. They would have felt quite sacred.

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  2. I can certainly understand the impetus there, and the necessity.

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    1. A powerful memory for me. Thanks for reading and commenting, Terry.

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  3. Dear Teresa, somehow, when I read your poem and the sacredness of all that is part of a loved one--socks included--the words "Holy the Firm" came to me. If I'm remembering correctly, that is the name of a book by Annie Dilliard. I on't know if you've read it--it must be 20 or more years since it's publication--but I think it would speak to you. Peace.

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    1. Hi Dee, I think I've read the Dillard book, but it's been some time. Perhaps I will revisit it. Thank you for the suggestion.

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