Going

Dreaming of yesterdays
I stopped to watch the film
as life played out before my eyes,
holiday seasons and bowls filled to overflowing
with the goodness of strength
within each piece,
cracked open with force
we taste the essence of flavor found
within the smallest bit.
Lights and beauty in each shadowed corner
drew the eyes to see deeper,
the hidden presents waiting
as the mind opened willingly to see
what lay behind the pretty wrappings
was the solid form of need fulfilled.
I remembered then the tools that we used,
to drill down within the hard exterior
as hands and hearts ached,
some left to the side
too hard to handle
and though we’d gaze back when the end came
and the hollow sound echoed,
for a refill we’d ask quietly,
almost afraid that the answer received
would be not today.
The film hit the end
as plastic strips go clickety clack round
and the light danced on empty walls
we knew the show had to end,
as the hands that held the camera
with the bright garish light on smiling faces,
were no longer found,
just memories in metal tins boxed and tucked in closets,
going, going, gone.

Strange dreams last night about childhood holidays, nut bowls that were always found on a table waiting, and family movies taken by my Uncle who has been gone for many years.