Day 248 September 5

In 5th line on September 5, 2009 at 8:08 am

“These stories came down to us like the meat we ate as children (soft and overcooked, cut into squares) – my grandfather dropping a suitcase of presents on the wet stairs of the LaSalle Street station, the annual two-week vacation to Rochester, New York, Aunt Celia’s scrambled eggs, Uncle Max’s impulsiveness – the time he drove to Niagra Falls at midnight with my grandparents in the front seat and five children scrunched up in the back.” ~~from the poem “Family Stories” by Edward Hirsch in The Night Parade

Hirsch’s poetry talks about everyday life and the family stories that are worth remembering.


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