Coming into this world
someone inked my feet
placed them on paper
and collected my prints.
When I was just a baby
I was put on my first pony.
I cried when it was over
and I had my first love affair.
Blank as the paper in front of me
I was given a rainbow in a box.
I crayoned my world with colors
and no one could stop me.
Old enough to play outside
I looked for colored rocks
I found a glittering diamond
and delighted, I pocketed it.
Starting school I learned to read
the Adventures Of Dick And Jane.
Outgrowing toys I picked up books
and felt that it was time to write.
I found a silver thimble of my father's.
A professional wrestler, he embroidered
matadors, bulls and flowers on satin
and now I find it too big for my finger.
One by one these memories I gathered
collections of recollections of times reflected
a life spent hoarding them tirelessly
'til death seems fit to come for me.
Rebecca Del Sanchez © 2015