Coming into this world
someone inked my feet
placed them on a birth certificate
proof, of my identity.

When I was just a baby
I was put on my first pony
I cried when it was over
I had my first love affair.

Blank, like the paper in front of me
I was given a rainbow in a box
I crayoned my world with colors
no one could stop me.

Playing outside in the alley
I searched through the gravel
finding a glittering diamond
delighted, I pocketed it.

Starting school I learned to read
the Adventures Of Dick And Jane
outgrowing toys I picked up books
I started to write my own stories.

I fell in love with a wonderful man
we got married under an azure sky
after 20 long years we parted ways
the sorrow of that never left me.

I found a silver thimble when my father died
a professional wrestler, he embroidered
matadors, bulls and flowers on satin
it was too big for my finger.

One by one these memories I hoard
a collection of recollections of times reflected
a life spent experiencing every milestone
continuing until death will come to collect me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and dVerse~Poets Pub.

24 thoughts on “Collecting

  1. I love your collection of memories; I have my footprints on my birth certificate too, Bekkie. Somehow the contrast of your wrestling father loving to embroider was very touching. I can imagine that his thimble would be way too big for your finger. Very touching…thanks for sharing.
    Gayle ~

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  2. It’s nicely written, Bekkie. I don’t know how much if any is you. Not everything that I write is me.
    I like the progression. I am too old for footprints on my birth certificate, my first prints were for a security clearance in the Army. This time for my drivers licence was the last time so far.
    I also liked the rainbow in a box with you to fill the rest. My youngest granddaughter’s first Cat drawing is posted today on my other blog. In the comment, name Jim.

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    1. This is very personal they are all my memories. My father was a wrestler he was Tag Team Champion of the MIdWest in his time. He passed in 1990. I try to incorporate myself in all of my work but I don’t always do it either. When I was born they also put baby beads on my wrist that spelled out my last name. I still have them and made a necklace out of them.


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