Stuff, things

Hello everyone,

I hope all is well with you.

It’s been a busy week,

A lot of my mental space,

has been taken up with,

giving mom’s things away.

Coordinating, sorting,

feeling very strong emotions.

The clothes went well,

so many people need.

I tried to match people,

with things,

that belonged to mom,

giving new life,

to stuff,

to things.

Some things are easy,

to get rid of,

they were things,

mom bought,


that she hardly wore,

those are easy.

The hard things are,

the things she loved,

that she wore a lot,

that she really,


deliberated about,

before buying,

sweaters she had,

and wore,

for years.


that people,

she loved,

gave her,

pins and scarves.

But by far,

the hardest part,

has been going through,

papers and photos,


that were private,

that were,


Some of the things,

she kept and why,

I have no clue,


I look at,


can imagine,

a 1957 small agenda, with quotes, from the books she had, been reading, phone numbers, that weren’t all numerical, why this and not another?

Stuff, things,


not all of them,



it is her stuff,

her things.

Later this morning,

my cousin,

is coming,

get some furniture,

some stuff,

some things.

These things,

will live on,


be utilitarian,

and perhaps,

hopefully remind,


of the woman,

who used,

to own them,

remind them of,


Be well, you all,

stay safe,

wear your masks.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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