Stickers
As I drove down the perfect driveway
To the empty space,
I saw the chimney standing as a sentinel
Refusing to fall to the fire.
The hopscotch lines,
The familiar cracks in the cement,
The pool, still full of water…murky -
These remained, but most of the rest
Wiped away.
As I looked at the scene,
I thought not of valuables,
Or pictures, or memorabilia -
I thought of stickers.
Stickers I can’t even all remember,
A Michaelangelo on my bedroom door.
They were the history of my youth
With Cap’n Crunch and Lucky Charms and Kix.
Although there are things in time
I will miss more,
Right now,
Standing on the cement slab that was my room,
I miss my stickers.
