I’ve been really busy and stressed at work lately, but in
spite of that the shoebox and its contents are never far from my thoughts. You
might say that I’m getting a bit obsessed about them. I’ve been trying to find
out who the poet is, or the couple in the photos, but no luck. I asked the
daughter of the previous owner about it (her mother is in a nursing home and
suffers from advanced Alzheimer’s disease, so she wouldn’t be able to help me).
She was certain that no one in her family was a poet, and she doubted that the
people in the photos were anyone from her family. She told me that her mom
liked to buy stuff from yard sales, and her guess was that the shoebox was
something her mom had picked up from one of those.
