A Better Brick
- The memories we hold
- crafted by time
- and molded by our thoughts
are like bricks all part of our shared lives.
- We build this home
- for our loved ones
- both before and after they are gone.
- My dad bought a bag of pennies when I was five
- that we sorted by dates
- on a plywood table
- a brick is added.
- A trip to New York to see uncle Jack
- and the World’s Fair
- And a magical plastic badge that said IOWA
- it glowed in the dark both a marvel of science
- and a silly boy running from a hotel light
- to a darkened bathroom
- another brick.
- Going to visit him at his work
- a lab full of exotic
- mysterious machinery and glassware
- that smelled of dust and metal
- where with the magic of chemistry
- we melted copper pennies
- yet another brick.
- And finding him in his broken down recliner
- unable to stand
- suffering from the loss of his wife of 69 years
- unimaginable loss took its toll
- some bricks hurt more than others.
- Unable to stay in the home he shared with her
- without her he came to live a short drive from my home
- protected from his grief by a memory of now
- no memory of this loss,
- other bricks shield us.
- We forged daily moments in time
- by sharing banana nut bread and snarky sarcasm
- each day, an island of time
- and we laughed about the thousand bricks
- we remembered of our life together and apart.
- bricks that gifted me with the chance
- to know him anew
- and love him even more.
- Each of us have our own bricks we can add
- to the edifice of his afterlife.
- And, as I watch his new home grow
- with each new memory
- I smile in my sorrow
- As we keep on trying to build a better brick.
- Written May 19, 2025
By his son, Mickael Denton Wirkus With a special thanks to Uncle Blos and Aunt Kathy for sharing their favorite memory of him with me.
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