Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Robyn Sarah: "On Closing the Apartment of My Grandparents of Blessed Memory"


And then I stood for the last time in that room.
The key was in my hand. I held my ground,
and listened to the quiet that was like a sound,
and saw how the long sun of winter afternoon
fell slantwise on the floorboards, making bloom
the grain in the blond wood. (All that they owned
was once contained here.) At the window moaned
a splinter of wind. I would be going soon.

I would be going soon; but first I stood,
hearing the years turn in that emptied place
whose fullness echoed. Whose familiar smell,
of a tranquil life, lived simply, clung like a mood
or a long-loved melody there. A lingering grace.
Then I locked up, and rang the janitor's bell.


"On Closing the Apartment of My Grandparents of Blessed Memory" by Robyn Sarah, from Questions about the Stars (Brick Books, 1998). Copyright Robyn Sarah, reprinted with permission.

Photograph credit: Unknown.


1 comment :

  1. The words, the illustration recall the flood of emotion I felt when leaving our emptied home to move to a retirement community.

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