Raking up winterβs debris next to the house
I found the tiny basket, a fallen relic of lives
born, nurtured and winged off to make their own ways.
I almost overlooked it among the twists of twigs
and dry grass, but for the intricacy of its weave,
the palm of a hand knit to hold expectations.
Miniscule aquamarine mosaics peppered its walls, like
photos of a neighbor’s children, forgotten.
I plucked bits of fluff from within and
slipped them into my wallet between my
cracked but held-tight memories of little ones
who once cried and grew and flew here, too.
– Joseph Hesch
Β© 2014, poem, Joseph Hesch, All rights reserved

JOSEPH HESCH (A Thing for Words) is a writer and poet from Albany, New York , an old friend of Bardo and a new core team member. Joe’s work is published in journals and anthologies coast-to-coast and worldwide. He posts poems and stories-in-progress on his blog, A Thing for Words.Β Β An original staff member at dVerse Poets Pub website, Joe was named one of Writers Digest Editor Robert Lee Brewerβs β2011 Best Tweeps for Writers to Follow.β He is also a member of the Grass Roots Poetry Group and featured in their 2013 poetry anthologyΒ Petrichor Rising.
I’ve had a similar experience this spring–it always inspires, doesn’t it?
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Vivid, Joe, and perfectly evocative of spring and parenting. Nicely done.
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I like your work. I’m also from N.Y… Yep I’m an “excuse” and loving the weather here in Sunny side up, CA
I like excuse instead of Syracuse.. π
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I sit and smile as I think about the flutter of wings remembered as my children grew. Thanks for the memories. Who used that song as their theme song?
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