Ashley Prince
Not that time will matter, but
my watch from Dad.
Line it with a quilt made by
Mom and Grandma;
a treasured, stitched hug warming
the passage.
A pen and paper. Book of
Canadian poetry.
The postcards of our travels,
those nights we danced
to blues music, the image of
our secluded lake.
Throw in a map in case I get
lost along the way.
It’d be nice to
know I look alluring, so please
keep my hair long and dress me
in a skirt.
The words that had yet to touch
these lips
or be engraved across a page -
bury them.
Tuck in that tiny little bit of
my heart, put on reserve
if he had ever wanted me back -
he’s lost his chance.
But please leave out my wit and
ability to laugh,
pair it with my love and
optimism; embody them
in those solitary nights when
even mice prefer
to
remain silent, afraid of catching grief.
Ashley Prince is a writer and social worker
from the Ottawa Valley, Ontario. She holds a BA from the University of Prince
Edward Island and a MSW from Carleton University. She has been published in bywords.ca,
the UPEI Arts Review and has a poem forthcoming in The Maynard.
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