In our small city of Huron, in conjunction with the Huron Public Library (and the Poets Laureate program) and Drinian Press, LLC, the third edition of 44839: Poetry From a Zip Code (2019 Edition) has been published. Local poets, who live or work in the 44839 zip code, submitted over 90 poems submitted by more than 20 poets. This poetry contest has grown every year since its inception in 2016.
Four of my poems were published, and this is just the first of them.
In Memory of…
In memory of…
the stone markers say
followed by a name.
New to the area,
I concoct my own tales.
of who they were or what they did.
One plaque in particular was
overshadowed by a blue spruce.
the tree dwarfed the buildings around it…
until one day it was just gone,
cut to the ground,
only the stump remaining.
For days, weeks, months
the stone lay bared
to the caprices of the weather—
to the wind and to the rain
until finally a Norway maple
was planted where the fir once stood.
Not as majestic,
but with leaves of aubergine, room to grow, and
flanked by day lilies of gold,
it would shelter the plaque once more.
Then silk flowers began to appear
throughout the year.
Poinsettias in December,
mums and daisies in the fall,
red roses providing color in the snow.
Until I learn the story…
About the restaurant that once stood there
and of the woman who sat,
greeting customers and friends,
day after day…
The plaque taking
on new meaning,
the name becoming a reality—
of a mother who’s remembered
and a daughter who never forgets.
~Nancy Brady, 2019
Because of the Covid-19 pandemic crisis, the poetry event scheduled at the Huron Public Library during National Poetry Month has been canceled (postponed until staying home and sheltering in place have been lifted); however, in lieu of the event, a virtual event can be heard. Hear a poem by each poet by clicking on this link http://www.smithwrite.net/44839. Most of the poems are read by 2009-2010 Huron’s Poet Laureate Rob Smith, but this pedometer geek did record this one. Having heard my own voice, I should have let Rob Smith read mine as well. Alas…