....remember the time?

 brother Raymond Pert


all he would have to say is,
remember the time I came home
with a beard and Dad didn’t know me,
and we would all laugh,

 Raymond Pert carving his first turkey

Mom would say, just by your voice,
I knew your voice, and my sister
would say, the dog kept barking, and
I would say, that was the

summer I got a camera.
it pulls around us
like a drawstring, that time,
when we come together,
awkward and older,
our frayed conversations
trying to thread some memory
of each other,
one of us will only have to say,
 remember the time you came home
from the bush with your beard,
and we were all easy again
with each other,
some will say how

 Mom knew his voice, someone
will remember how the dog barked, I
will remember my new camera,
 and we are a family again,
young and laughing on the front porch.
 -Leona Gom

1 comment:

  1. This is just an awesome post and an awesome poem! It's as if you'd written it yourself! I thoroughly enjoyed it!! THANK YOU!!


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