Second Hand Memory

Nonna posing on the beach….

It’s a story

Told

Passed down

Somehow becoming

Like a Second Hand

Memory

We own.

She would have been in her twenties here, early thirties at the most. Years later I would pull that old typewriter out and type some of my earliest stories.

It’s family stories

Shared dreams

And memories

A Life well

Lived

Long before

We came to be.

Not the best picture i know, but my Nonna and Nonno on their wedding day in February of 1945…

It’s a feeling

Of Deja Vu,

Knowing we’ve

Heard that story

Before

But boy wouldn’t

We give

Anything

To hear

It once more.