“The Art of Remembering Your History” by Christian Ward

I do the same ritual every morning 
while the clouds wrap their blankets 
around the sunlight: Practice Italian 
and Spanish. Trace my fingers

along paths of cheekbones inherited
from my mother and all the mothers 
before her. Gaze into the bathroom 
mirror to make sure my chestnut eyes, 

a hand-me-down from my mother 
borrowed from autumn, are still 
in good health. Sometimes I’ll bake
a focaccia and remember how its dimpled

surface contains the history of my 
grandfather. The salt on my lips 
after tasting it is a lesson in understanding 
how you’re just borrowing bones

for the next generation. Every room
I’ve lived in will be left a part of me. 
Perhaps, after I’m gone, my son
will assemble this map I’ve made
to show the direction our souls go
after we’ve parted.


Christian Ward is a UK based writer who can be currently found in Wild Greens, Cold Moon Review and Chantarelle’s Notebook. Future poems will be appearing in Dreich, Uppagus and Spillwords.

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