44839: Poetry From a Zip Code, 2019

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…

                                                            Marcella Buck

For Shirley


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.

So tall,

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…


About pedometergeek

A pharmacist by profession, a haiku poet by nature, I read and write. I have a book of haiku, Ohayo Haiku, and another somewhat alternative haiku book, Three Breaths, but write other genres. I also read...lots of novels! My favorite is, and remains, Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged but I am also a big Harry Potter fan. I truly am a pedometer geek strapping on my pedometer as soon as I awaken.
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6 Responses to 44839: Poetry From a Zip Code, 2019

  1. A beautiful poem, Nan… “a daughter who never forgets.” So true.

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    • Thanks, Barbara, for the kind words. It was written for an elderly friend of mine. It was only through chance that I finally found out who Marcella Buck was. I think the name struck me because of our mutual friend, Mara Buck. Since writing this poem that is dedicated to her, I realized she has subsequently developed dementia and cannot drive. Now, Rob and I put the silk flowers on her mother’s marker for her. Still, she recognizes the place where the marker is.
      We celebrated with her and her husband’s 64th wedding anniversary on New Year’s Eve. It was a special night for all of us.


  2. Jules says:

    There are many memorials that somehow get uprooted or upstaged…
    May we always remember those that have gone before…

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    • Yes, there are. There are several markers which were removed when the gas company put new pipelines on our street. When the workers finished, they repaired the ground, but did not put the markers back. It has been several years since the job was done, but the markers still sit out. I keep thinking I should, under the cover of darkness, and ‘replant’ them in front of the trees. Maybe, some day…

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  3. Congratulations, Nan, a wonderful poem, and a reminder of the lives that were lived before the markers were placed. Cheers

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    • Thanks, Michael, for your kind remark. I think it is all too easy to dismiss the story of people came before. Another of my poems that was chosen for inclusion is on a similar theme. Take care and stay healthy. ~nan

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