Holding Memories

Grandma still reads those same love letters. Granddaddy sent her 60 years ago.

Daddy plays a stack of old 45s. Blasting Back in Black on the

stereo. And my buddy still shows off those high school medals.

To him that race seems like yesterday. I guess everybody has a piece

of their past. That they can't seem to give away. Like that jacket

hanging there in the closet. With the smell of perfume on the sleeve.

Or that tiny velvet box in the dresser. That once held your wedding ring.

Surrounded by the past. My mind says I should just get up and