Mountains of Moments

 

Mountains upon mountains of clothing,

moments of a life mounting up in my lounge.

We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I,

leaving our footprints in the rubble,

seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads

the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past.

 

Momentary strands of fabric depart,

to make new moments in new places,

on the carpet, cushions and curtains,

catching themselves on corners.

 

Digging our holes deeper, we collect up the

unwanted rubble, and carry it in sackfuls to our car,

and moments later, the rubble rolls along to the clothing bank.

 

My daughter cries – she cared for those moments, as did I.

 

But nothing is momentary, and nothing, this mum knows –

– has really parted with our company.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

 

 
Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay