Thursday, April 30, 2015
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
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 8:10 AM