Dear Jasmina

Before our friend’s wedding, there was the bridal shower. The maid of honor was particularly zealous in orchestrating a number of bridal shower games, including one in which you had to guess all nine objects in a bag. It turned out that it was a tie between three people, myself not included. So the maid of honor put them to the challenge and told them to write a poem using the names of the nine objects. For the fun of it, I joined in and made of it the wedding advice they solicited for her bridal scrapbook. The objects are in italics. Please don’t laugh. Too much.

If one day things don’t add up,
throw away the measuring cup.
If it’s long after the honeymoon
and you’re back to your spatula and spoon,
your nailpolish is chipped
and the brush from wear is cracked…
you’re feeling fuller and not lighter
and you’re tired of being a fighter….

Put it all away,
because life doesn’t hand you a remote
- battery included or not -
No. Life gives you a pen
tells you to write
and make of the little things
a story you’ll only see in the end.