Gifts

 

I met my new nephew for the first time yesterday. He is almost nine months old. It has been a long time since I have been that kind of happy holding a baby.

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I received a treasure last night. Some personal belongings and family pictures which I did not know existed. She had even kept a couple notes that I had written her when I was a kid. With those notes, was... a Christmas card... that she had written to me before she died, but had not sent. There was also a card with a message from another aunt who I have not seen in probably over ten years now. Gifts. Gifts with tears.

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So tonight, again, questioning my existence, I reflect on these gifts, and wrote this.

Black and white pictures

Memories hidden away

Trickling from a box

Who are these people

Trapped in time and tucked away

Waiting to be found

Vaguely familiar

Yet images of strangers

Perhaps I know them

Is that my mother

I do not recognize her

From a time long past

I want to know them

What place in our family

Fading history

cki7Apr2014