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Wrote this while trying to collect and hold on to memories of family memories, as well as myself. Apparent, that we cannot keep everything, as much as we want to, but still try and cry, when we cannot.


Throwing Out The Trash


Nov 10, 2005



 


I organized my room today,
My space, my books, my collections.
And while I did, I threw a lot away,
It broke my heart while I did.



But, I had to, as a growing up process,
As I cannot keep everything, and
All for everyone, but I wanted to.
I had to do this, to find room concerning myself.
In search of myself.



 


It broke my heart, as I felt other hearts breaking.
And each time I threw it to my right,
I wondered if I would remember that I
Kept it in my sight, and years to come. And theirs.



But, I did it, it meant something to me
In life, and others with memories I keep in store.
I got on the floor, on hands and knees,
And cried while I picked up the trash.



I cried while I picked up the memories
Even though they were not mine,
They were someone's important memories,
And I guess I cried, as I wanted to
Hold on for them, and me
.



Katie Fairchild

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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara
Hmmm, to this I could really relate!

Katie,

No matter how painful, aching it is, it will the pain and ache that is go away. I have done exactly what you have wonderfully penned here many a time. It is difficult each time as memories, memorabilia are a part of who we are yet so is pain and ache and it is those which renew, rebirth us and make us stronger. Even another persons memories imprint upon us when we touch those memories, memorabilia for even a brief second. Wonderful work here!

~Nikki~
Reviewed by Michelle Mills
Katie, I just performed this same task only 5 days ago...I had to go through bags of loose photographs, throwing some away, keeping others, and grieving for my Dad, Grandmother, and Aunt Elizabeth...I lost one whole side of my family in less than a year's time. It does get better my friend...although the process is a slow, arduous one. I get so tired of feeling sad, of missing them, and sometimes I get angry (ridiculous but true) for being left behind. It's all part of the process. Life will go on, but I almost feel disloyal by getting on with it sometimes, although I know that's what they would want me to do. It's all Hard, Hard, HARD. Your poem touched me very deeply. Hang in there dear. Blessings, Michelle
Reviewed by Sandie Angel
Hi Katie:

What kind of trash you're throwing away?????

I know this is hard for you. Every piece is a memory. My Mom was having almost the same problem: When my Dad passed away, she and my brother tried to clean the closet. My Dad had so many nice things. Both my brother and my mom were grieve-stricken wanted to give them away. (They had even given away the mink coat that I had given to my mother for her birthday. I was really heart-broken) So later they had decided to ship the things off to me. I'm now having a lot of things in my house, some belong to my Dad, really nice jackets; and some belong to my Mom. Believe it or not, my mom still has the red dress that she wore on the night of her wedding reception. It was so lovely, and I didn't want her to throw it away, it meant so much to her. She is now still keeping that dress.

Something of great value should not be thrown away. Perhaps, just pass it on to your children for keepsake, I'm sure they will appreciate it a lot more than you think.

I appreciate what my mom gives me, not because I can use them, but for the wonderful memories of my Dad.

This poem you write is so realistic in expression of your grieves and emotions. I truly can understand where you are at. Great write, Katie!

((((( big HUGZ )))))

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

P.S. Our good friend in the den, Tracey O'Very, has posted an article today about how to deal with many kinds of grieves. Perhaps we both should go to read this article. Here is the link to her article...

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/ViewArticle.asp?id=20044&authorid=23932

~ SA ~
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