STORIES OF EDSON S. CONN

Edson S. Conn Dad was born a runner He wasn’t supposed to die defeated He wasn’t done living his life Given some more time He would have become great All of us watching him thrive On nights I can’t sleep I ask God why he took him Why he took mom’s comfort Leaving her with only memories Sometimes God will answer Because I’m creating something Something more than he was And it will be good I do complain To both God and mom Which isn’t fair But how else Sometim

Edson S. Conn A soft wind blows. The light branches of a nearby tree wave gently. Every then, letting a crisp orange leaf go. At an angle, a mirror reflected twice as many leaves. An older woman walks by herself. She suddenly glances up when she is almost sure that she saw someone walking right beside her. To her right, nothing. To her left, she sees herself. Through a mirror reflection, she sees herself as a younger lady. She thinks to herself, this can't be. I’ve never se

Edson S. Conn “Come on Lilly! Stop being a baby and let’s go.” “I don’t want to go in there,” the little Lilly cried. The two sisters were standing staring at an old dilapidated barn. The windows on the right side were broken and the doors were barely hanging on the hinges. A small light shined through the small window, maybe a candle. The grass- or weeds- were growing on the side of the barn like untamed vines nobody can cut down to a manageable length. The path leading to

Edson S. Conn The whole room was filled with smoke; With no way for it to get out. The smoke stains along the walls Would’ve made you wonder How many times it's caught on fire! * * * If I remember correctly, this room was where my mother would cook and this was the warmest room in the house. She taught me to build a fire that was big enough to cook meals, keep us warm, and provide protection from the mosquitoes that would make their way inside. The fire pit sat in one corner