I sit beside
a bookcase
laden with my life
The Charm of Birds
is the only gift from
my grandfather
I early read my
father’s G.B.S. complete
plays and prefaces
The camel teapot
contains half
my sister’s ashes
The group of geese is
my memento mori
to my mother
Books of hobbies
work and music
fill my shelves and brain…
© Andrew Wilson, 2024
Over at dVerse Poets Pub, merrildsmith in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft challenges us to write to the Triversen form.
As Ain commented on my last poem, I seem to be going through a phase of poetry memoir…