Shoe Boxes

by Alanna

When I die he will find them

Decades of my life

Stored in shoe boxes upstairs

Hundreds of captionless photos tucked in envelopes

Slides stacked neatly in folding Kodak boxes

Captured by a cheap camera

In eager hands

 

 

They illustrate the stories

That have largely gone untold

The forces of my life

That sanded me smooth on the inside,

Carved on the surface

Experiences of a young woman

Seeking adventure

And a place at the world’s table

 

When he finds them

He will see a younger me

With unnamed friends and unnamed lovers

Unnamed mountains

Unnamed rivers

Smiling

 

He will see walruses basking on rocks,

But not hear their music

Cabins, but not fee their warmth

Trails, but not know their destinations

 

My stories will die with me

Melding into the ethos

He will never know my joy

My youthful dreams

My pain and disappointments

The person before Mother

The me before you him

photos by the author

As also seen on byalannapass.com

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4 Comments to “Shoe Boxes”

  1. Reflective with a good amount of depth. I particularly liked:

    “He will see walruses basking on rocks,
    But not hear their music
    Cabins, but not fee their warmth
    Trails, but not know their destinations”

    This is a good piece.

  2. Especially like these lines:

    “They illustrate the stories

    That have largely gone untold

    The forces of my life

    That sanded me smooth on the inside, …”

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