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Objects And Memories -Poetry Ideas


Do objects have memories?

A blanket ?
A soft toy ?
A pair shoes ?
A ball ?
A book ?
A house ?
A table ?
A piece of jewelry ?
An item of clothing ?


Patricia Mc Kissack believes they do. Check out her poem, 'Remembering'

Mama told me
Cloth has memory
I hope the black corduroy remembers
That it was once the pants
My uncle wore to vote for the first time, all
clean and new
I hope the pink and green flowered table cloth remembers the peach
cobbler I spilled on the fourth of July picnic
Before my brother went off to school in Boston
When we were still
All together
I hope the blue work shirt remembers
How hard Daddy worked…
All his life
If by chance the cloth forgets
I want to always remember
All of it.


Make a list of things in your life you hope have a memory.
Share your list and talk about the moments/ memories you connect to your objects.

Here is my poem, taking my inspiration from Patricia McKissack's poem.

REMEMORIES

I hope my thongs remember the time one of
them floated away down the creek
And I had to hop home
I hope my old black raincoat remembers
how hard I looked for it when it was taken
from the Prep coat-pegs
I hope my favourite jeans remember how I
wore them until they were so thin they split
I hope they remember…
Because I sure do
Alan Wright

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