My father would say
“Everything has to be somewhere,”
if anything became lost
(and something always became lost
in a house with four kids,
two parents,
a cat
an iguana,
countless jars of even more dead spiders,
and,
a dog).
Every cell inside me,
still,
at the age of 56,
demands that he is wrong
about everything-
except one boistrous cell whispering
Even water,
as it fades from the puddle,
is merely shifting
form.
And I feel sorry for having been so stubborn.
“Everything has to be somewhere,”
if anything became lost
(and something always became lost
in a house with four kids,
two parents,
a cat
an iguana,
countless jars of even more dead spiders,
and,
a dog).
Every cell inside me,
still,
at the age of 56,
demands that he is wrong
about everything-
except one boistrous cell whispering
Even water,
as it fades from the puddle,
is merely shifting
form.
And I feel sorry for having been so stubborn.
This poem was inspired by an Every Day Poems selection, Nothing is Lost, by Dana Gioia. Thank you, Tweetspeak Poetry, for the Inspiration. April 5, 2016
Photo and poem by Donna Z. Falcone
Photo and poem by Donna Z. Falcone
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