The box of
leftover papers
Given to
my sister to go through
To write
the family history
Contained all
the typical stuff
A couple
hundred crayon drawings
Various certificates
of participation
Some
for actual accomplishments
Everything
from the school years
Of five
kids doing the growing up thing
Then
Cassie found a gem of literature
Hidden from
all eyes for 34 years
Written on
my future wife’s 7th birthday
Truly enthralling
and prophetic in its eloquence
It encapsulates
the story of my life
With
tales of faith and friendship
As I relate
learning about repentance
Which took
place in Primary
As I sat
next to my best friend Jason
Goals and
future plans find their way in
With promises
unfulfilled
To
write in my journal every Sunday
Ah, the
folly of youth . . .
But the
most haunting words
Those that held my future plans
Are best
said in my own 8 year old voice
“Dear mom
I’ll never see you again
I’ll never come back
Bye.”
Do I have
regrets for the trail not taken?
As I look
back with clear sight
Knowing that
I did see my mom again
Like every
day
I didn't leave
Maybe it
was that Jason couldn't drive
Maybe I got
hungry
Maybe the
front door was locked
Or I just
got distracted
Or, well,
bye.
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