Unopened

Baby booties on the wall
still in package
fading.
Dusted monthly
at one time daily
Hung above the bed.

Night trains waking whistle
unwrapping eyelids
barely.
No cries for dad
wife lies still
Sigh slides into snoring.

Plain oatmeal clumps around a spoon,
no more steam
half eaten.
Sugar bowl remains untouched
cinnamon
unopened.

Bill Price

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