Editor:
Re: Pieces of String by Tim Armour, May 22 edition, p. 5.
Nice to read a poem with that nice easy cadence. Like riding a pony.
But, oh, when I got to the part where your memory fails, I lean a little closer because you are going to tell a story with necessary hyperbole and embellishment. To try to convey the immensity of your mother’s assignment and her distress as she tries to unravel her sister’s legacy. But “felt as far as Goderich’s salt mine…” really.
Thanks for the moral, a necessary tying together of loose ends. The box will store your memories, entangled dimensions of Pearl mending, repairing, preparing and caring for those that inhabited her life, unfolding and connecting.
A bit of string theory.
Ted McGovern,
Stayner.