I Knew by Doris Fiszer

The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year. 
–Eleanor Farjeon 

 

I knew by the overloaded platefuls of Polish food
weighing down our table

by the rows of Maxwell House jars,
cans of Habitant pea soup
regimental on our basement shelves

by the number of dresses,
price tags still attached
crammed in Mother’s closet

by Father’s antique clocks
crowding walls and mantles  

that they had survived an unsafe places— 

even in this fresh landscape
shadows hammered at the sun
burned wild flowers to ashes

 

Copyright © Doris Fiszer. Originally published in The Binders (Tree Press, 2016).

 

Doris Fiszer’s chapbook The Binders won the 2016 Tree Chapbook Award and was also shortlisted for the 2017 Bp Nichol Chapbook Award. Her poem, “Zen Garden” won the 2017 John Newlove Poetry Award. Her second chapbook, Sasanka (Wild Flower) is forthcoming from Bywords in October 2018. She lives in Ottawa.

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