Memory #1

I went to a party in an old church that was renovated in to a house. I didn't know very many people so I spent some time walking around each room, looking at everything, wondering the history of the church. On the freezer door, the following poem was posted.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

~William Carlos Williams

I read it over and over. Loving each word. I remembered that I cried on the way home. But I can't remember why.