There are many tasks you have to do when you’re
about to move. In this poem defrosting the freezer unearths some important
memories, and reminders of what will be left behind.
Defrosting
the Freezer
One
container of spaghetti sauce
Grandma
made before she died.
Two
old pieces of wedding cake
you
couldn’t pay me to eat.
Three
snowballs from last winter,
slightly
deformed, no longer fluffy.
Four
small flounder from the time
Grandpa
took me deep-sea fishing.
Everything
coated in a thick
white
layer of sadness.
from Moving Day by Ralph
Fletcher