Prose and Poetry
Sixteen days into the new year and I have = just returned from a trip to my parents home in Johnson County, Kansas. Some meaningful things have happened, which have put me in a state of mind to consider destiny and direction. While in Olathe, I dug deeper than ever before, excavating long forgotten memories resuscitated by sentimental artifacts from my youth. I perused letters from ex lovers, examined my collection of nametags from various places of employment during high school and college, and watched hours of home videos. Quickly my visit was coming to an end, but with only a couple of hours left before my departure, my mom told me about a box of my grandmother's poetry which she had saved when my grandma had to be moved to a nursing home last summer. I had always felt a special connection with my grandma Irene, and when I was young we used to wrote poetry together and she was always eager to read my work. In recent years, I have felt guilty for not staying in correspondenc...