Mementos ...

                                   


                                  

A puppet is among my souvenirs 
dangling dutch boy blue legs, funny red hat,
strings by which he dances, moves his stray arms;

Eyes wide, jaw clacking, wooden acrobat,

I bought him from a man named Geppetto

Intricate black lace waves causing a breeze, 

hides a face or sometimes sends a signal 

Spread open or closed, while Tango dancers

tap toes, shake maracas, brass bells jingle 

A fan also among my souvenirs

Faded photos - mother, father, five kids
taken long ago in Old Mexico'
cathedrals, speeding taxis and trumpets
delicious sopa, pan and pisco 
fond memories among my souvenirs

                                   

Riding the northern train to Old Cape Cod

Met a woman in the food car, we talked;

she had known Katharine Hepburn, my idol,

built her theater near the old town clock

Journal notes are among my souvenirs

Wedding bells, long held passionate kisses 

kept Valentine card expressed love and joy 

He knelt on his knees and held my left hand, 

put a ring on my finger, sailor boy 

It too...
         came to be.... 
               among my souvenirs

There is an old song about this, but these are not the words...Karin has us writing something today that is repetitious over at dversepoets.com