It's funny
what you pick up
from your parents.
When I was a kid
I found a few wine corks
with initials and dates
written on them
among my mother's things.
Important consumptions.
Monumental events.
Maybe the dates
of conception and marriage.
I'll never know now
but I follow suit
with my Sharpie
and tact
sneaking the corks
into pockets
once pulled.
Maybe someday
they'll serve as a story.
Maybe one day
they'll be thrown away.
Maybe, eventually
I'll learn what I need:
what's not so funny
that you shouldn't pick up
from your parents.
Currently reading:
"My Name Is Eleanor" by Wes & Barbara Gottlock.
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