by Claudia Mills
The Salvation Army Sent a Truck
I kept a few things, of course,
but only a few. Framed photographs.
The ceramic bird Christmas ornaments:
goldfinch, cardinal, chickadee.
worn wallet with expired driver’s license.
The green glass plates for gooseberry pie.
I’ve never been one for things,
more stuff to pack up and unpack.
But still – a pang – when they took
his chair, the one he kept covered
with the threadbare sheet, to keep
the faded roses from fading even more.
A Year after Her Parents’ Divorce
When we play hide-and-seek,
she tells me where she’s going
to hide; it’s always the same,
beneath a blanket
on the couch right next to me.
In case I need a few more
clues, she adds a series of
squeaks and giggles coming
from the hiding place.
She wants so much to be found.
I want so much to be
the one finding her.
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