We have a sacred history with those we remain bonded to. We know what each scar and crease in their life means.
Things Carried Through the Fire
My grandfather’s Talmud.
Your picture of Uncle Billy.
The innocence of our dog.
The things I never show the
world. The things I never show
myself. The things we believe in.
The dream I no longer need.
The uncertainty at the center
of all my plans. The small flame
that keeps changing names. Now
the days burn like bones, slowly
and all at once. And what we
thought would last burns like
wax. Under it, everything.
A Question to Walk With: In conversation with a friend or loved one, talk about one thing dear to you that you’ve carried through the fire of life.