to hug a chest

Leaving mom's place 4 what's likely the last time I know somethings i-ll never see again ....whpere will they go? Best not to ask. A mahogany chest where daddy's starched white shirts lay in their laundry boxes. In a triangular tray for years he kept his wisdom teeth, the navy took them out and sent them home w the sailor who valued learning maybe wisdom & so couldn't let the ivory go

They're gone now...but where .


We end up anyway blown w the 4 corners of the earth.

I looked at the brass pulls where his hands had been ....wondering if his ashes lay in. Crevices deep within.
What will happen now to the chest he owned and used to dress his young self?
Sold given away
With a couple of my streak tears diem the front of it
no one will ever know

Daddy
Iii

Besotted

Sitting in mother's soon to be sold living room w Hector I cannot help but be amazed at all the lost world's of talent that there are .Never met a man so savvy ...sexy...suave ...cashmere sweater, shorts & crocs in the drafty, dusty room....this is at once the most sophisticated but kindly person. How kind he's been to my mother! Breaks my heart he didn't get a fairer deal in this life. But he did get to play his horn for the prez when he was a kid in USAF Band of the West. He did get to go up to the stars in a swing with me in OLDE Virginia as we listened to a pondfull of croaking frogs one summer night. There has been so much magic .

flying rapedly

Before leaving I carefully considered each item...minimal packing...few accutrements...so to speak. Mostly black, gray, going for elegant, comfy, refined. I wrapped my suede shoes (worn twice) in tissue paper , pearls in plastic baggy ,.stockings and camisoles carefully rolled. All I did was. to.avoid discord, for above all, I loathe contact with strangers. Even hugs from family & friends are not for me really .So.being violated by a government official came as a shock. Days later I still cringe .... feel the shame. This has changed how I feel about my country & its government. At 62, after years of faithfully voting, paying taxes, public service to the poor, determined to live a decent l ife, I felt.the hands of the state on my BODY.

groped

Retreating to my mother's house where she no longer lives ...cannot help but think how she'd have reacted to some stranger's hands on her privates! I also wonder my dignity was sacrificed on the altar of political correctness and how many burka s were lifted...how many Muslims were thus violated . Yes, ma'am, they pick the low hanging fruit guessing (wrongly) that a meek, mild mannered 62 y/o catholic school teacher would simply comply.But I am outraged at this profiling. I renounce the govt & political caste that imposed this abuse, no assault on me.