I leave my house

With no backward glance

It was time to go

Time to downsize

Others call it

For me     it is letting


Of things     of rooms

No longer needed

I take the memory

Of its sheltering

With me

The memory

Of those I love

Around my table

On the sofa

The fireplace ablaze

On winter days

I take pictures

Gathered over years

And store them in my


Of my children     of Mother

My father


Some now gone

Some still here

It doesn’t matter

Where I am

They live in my heart

Live in a memory

Of what was left behind


But is become fertile


For a new life evolving


          –Dedicated with love to Esta and Harvey Nelson, August 2014

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3 thoughts on “Beginning

  • August 13, 2014 at 6:48 pm

    “Beginning” is another perfectly wonderful poem which is an example of Wendy’s gift of extraordinary perception that she translates into words which target our hearts. Wendy takes universal experiences and, through her poetry, so intimately personal, even a stranger would feel she knows them better than they know themselves.

  • August 14, 2014 at 1:34 am

    I love the hope in this poem and also the acceptance of change.

    I also like the form in which it was written. I feel as though I am with the narrator as she moves from room to room and memory to memory—the slow unwinding of the poem mirrors the unwinding of a life once lived.


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