Grabbing The World In: A Collection of Poems

It was cleaning time, boxes of paper and old technology long out
used. Most items weren't worth keeping, destined for the
dumpster, despite some regret when trashing what you have held
for years, far worse if it had meaning and more so when it was a
parents' affection in your hand.

The poems were difficult to read, faded on browning paper but
wanting to be kept. Starting, working slowly, typing words into
the computer, helped by my spouse, some poems were revolutions,
others just telling me it was ...