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A Room in the Past by Ted Kooser

Two years today. I miss you, Lolo.

A Room in the Past
Ted Kooser

It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill
with a morning light so bright
you can’t see beyond its windows
into the afternoon. A kitchen
falling through time with its things
in their places, the dishes jingling
up in the cupboard, the bucket
of drinking water rippled as if
a truck had just gone past, but that truck
was thirty years. No one’s at home
in this room. Its counter is wiped,
and the dishrag hangs from its nail,
a dry leaf. In housedresses of mist,
blue aprons of rain, my grandmother
moved through this life like a ghost,
and when she had finished her years,
she put them all back in their places
and wiped out the sink, turning her back
on the rest of us, forever.

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Comments (2)

  • Thank you for this blog. It keeps me sane and breaks my heart at the same time.

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  • i love this alot..it also remind me of someone i once loved..=)

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