What Remains
by Tricia Marcella Cimera

In the photograph I am two years old,
astride what remains
my favorite Christmas present of all time —
my black and white rocking horse.
The picture was taken by my father,
the memory keeper,
using his favorite Hasselblad camera.

My rocking horse is long gone.
My father too is gone.
I have the Hasselblad though;
he gave it to me in his last
fragile year of life.

Christmas, 1966: The photo, the camera,
and me —
what remains.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I spent almost the first eight years of my life living in Germany with my family (my father worked for Automatic Electric – later GTE – and was transferred to various countries). Christmatime in Germany was and is a wondrous and fairytale-like thing. The memories I have are amazing. The rocking horse really is my favorite Christmas present of all time; I was madly in love with it and rode it relentlessly. A couple years later it got broken by a nasty kid named Mark. The Hasselblad is an elegant medium-format camera; NASA selected it to take into and photograph Space.

Cimera-Author Photo

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Tricia Marcella Cimera is an obsessed reader and lover of words. Her work is, or will be, in these diverse journals: the Buddhist Poetry Review, Foliate Oak, Hedgerow, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Prairie Light Review, Reverie Fair, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, and Yellow Chair Review. Tricia volunteers, believes strongly in the ideology of Think Globally, Act Locally and wants you to Support Local Art because it’s important. Tricia resides with her husband and family of animals in Illinois/in a town called St. Charles/by a river named Fox. She misses her father every day.

PHOTO: The author looking out the window, Christmas 1966, Sonnenberg, Germany