My Cart 
Login 

Previous

Legacy
by
Stephen Anderson


Next
 

No easy task this
Cleanup of basement workbench

Full of multifarious clutter,
Dusty mementos of hand-me-downs.

The real chore is in tossing the
Handmade tools my father

Crafted as a machinist under
The final shadows of WW II

And the scraped-up pale-blue tackle box
Full of Lazy Ikes, Bombers, Jitterbugs,

River Runt Spooks, and
Hula Poppers.

A simple matter on the surface
But what’s not seen is

The slippery thought of
Letting go of steel craft and memories,

Lovingly bequeathed as if
They were brothers whose being

I’m now releasing like unwanted
Fish, letting them drop from my hands

To the trash bin below, letting them go
While I suppress a traitor’s smile,

Great Judas at the workbench, son
Who is not much more than an ingrate

Who will probably keep only the tackle box
In the end.

This poem first appeared in Fox Cry Review, 2009.
Used wth author’s permission.


Stephen Anderson is a Milwaukee, Wisconsin poet and translator whose award-winning work has appeared in numerous print and online journals and has been featured on the Milwaukee NPR affiliate, WUWM Lake Effect Program. Stephen is the author of three chapbooks and three full length collections, and several of his poems formed the text for a song cycle in The Privileged Secrets of the Arch, a chamber music composition performed by members of the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra and an opera singer. A fourth poetry collection, On the Third Planet from the Sun: New and Selected Poems, is forthcoming in the summer of 2024 (Kelsay Books). Stephen’s work is being archived in the Stephen Anderson Collection in the Raynor Libraries at Marquette University.

                                                                                                                                                                                        

 


Post New Comment:
dianapoet:
A subject that needs to be written about. Beautifully said.
Posted 06/16/2011 10:04 AM
Gail Goepfert:
How this pulls at me as I think of parting with my mother's girlhood play teacups or her watches that no longer work. "Lovingly bequeathed as if they were brothers" Wow!
Posted 06/16/2011 07:29 AM
nadia ibrashi:
A poem that shows a wrenching moment, and the guilt of the living.Wonderful imagery.
Posted 06/15/2011 12:47 PM
dotief@comcast.net:
Very touching! I have been there and the poet has captured the ambivalence of the moment very well.
Posted 06/15/2011 08:21 AM


Contents of this web site and all original text and images therein are copyright © by Your Daily Poem. All rights reserved.
As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. Purchasing books through any poet's Amazon links helps to support Your Daily Poem.
The material on this site may not be copied, reproduced, downloaded, distributed, transmitted, stored, altered, adapted,
or otherwise used in any way without the express written permission of the owner.