Girl in a Wooden Box, a poem

packing
my blue bag
pocketing
my lipstick
turning my back
to Brentwood

I’m on my way home.

Brooklyn beckons
as it always did
as it always does
Hudson River
city parks
a cacophony of languages
a melting pot

She’s on her way too.

by air
not track

her trunk
packed
by strangers
shipped

light
with flip-flops
a blouse
a skirt
poor
practical
that would be her

Occasionally I’d seen her laugh.

I’m
on my way
train grumbling
wheels screeching
town
upon town
Flatbush- a hub
and my stop

and there was my aunt
and there was my mother
and there was the news

Teresa Margaret
is on her way home
shipped
from Florida
on a DC10

stored
along with her trunk
a girl in a wooden box
in a cargo hold

a poor cold girl
Colder bullet in her head.

© 2017, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photo courtesy of Linda Allardice, Public Domain Pictures.net.


The recommended read for this week for children, Pizza, Pigs and Poetry: How to Write a Poem by  Jack Prelutsky,  named the nation’s first Children’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation.

Pizza, Pigs and Poetry, How to Write a Poem is ideal for children grades 3-6.  He engages by sharing funny stories, light poems and creative technique, not forms. This seems entirely perfect for encouraging – not discouraging – this age group. Fun and funny Pizza, Pigs and Poetry would make great summer reading – and writing – and is perfect for a birthday gift or a gift for some other occasion.


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6 thoughts on “Girl in a Wooden Box, a poem

    1. John, Theresa Margaret is my elder sister. She come home from work one day – she was only 27 and I was 14 – went to her room and put a bullet in her head. Very sad. We have to watch people who are depressed and make sure they get help.

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      1. And I always wondered where she got a gun and how did she know how to use it. We’re not country folk. We never had guns around and wouldn’t have even thought to do so. As far as I know, my uncles didn’t even keep that sort of memorabilia from the war. So, goes to our gun laws – or lack of – here in the States.

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      2. Oh dear Lord, Jamie. And, no matter how much that will have affected you at such a tender and impressionable age, when your much older sister must have been a big presence in your life, you have arrived where you are today and what a remarkable place you have made it.

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