Crumbs Enough (poem)

Crumbs Enough

Do the things we did become forensic

Difficult to reminisce on

Small attentions

No one else recalls our birthplace

Growing up for us dispersal

Early burial

Make me a paper doll

Make me sorry to have been naïve

Make me want to see again

Make me sketch her clothes alone

Do the things we did become abashment

Difficult to see the last of

Grubbed from trash of

Make your testament and dispositions

Make your final lengthy plea

Make your silence count for answer

Make who’d valued you receive

Crumbs Enough

All Things Connected Loosely By a Letter

(2020, Stephanie Foster)