Monday Morning Musings:
My husband found a postcard from my dad.
It lay hidden in plain view
Among old papers and road maps
To places that may no longer exist
Except in our minds.
How long had it been there
Waiting to be rediscovered?
A record of the past,
A time capsule
Compressed into a flat rectangle.
Once it had traveled across the United States,
Now it carries me through time.
It was strange to read his words,
To see his handwriting
When he has been gone so many years.
He had been traveling out west.
He wrote of the sights.
He wrote that he needed to see
His ophthalmologist when he returned.
He wrote that he would see us soon,
And signed it “Dad/Grandpop Lee.”
It was a typical postcard.
But striking now
Because the words were his
And I pictured him writing them
Heard his voice in my head.
A shadow world between then
Where both exist for a split second,
The time it takes for a memory to surface
I went looking for the postcard today,
But it has vanished.
Perhaps it was merely a reminder
Of the ephemeral nature
Of memories, too.
Perhaps it was a reminder
To cherish the memories
Of those long gone,
But to savor the present
With those who are with us.
Update: The day after I wrote this. I saw the postcard propped up on top of the roll top desk in our dining room. I’m certain I looked there. . .
©Merril D. Smith