A garret, or small attic room–commonly defined alongside words like “dismal,” and “wretched”–is a space dedicated to lonely artists and young people reflecting on their lives. It is a room of boxes stuffed with memories; things we’ve outgrown, but haven’t had the heart to say goodbye to.
Write a poem in the style of Jo March’s poem from Little Women, in which memories of childhood become lovingly, and perhaps even sorrowfully, fused with the new truths / lessons / wants, and hopes of adulthood. How have you changed? Has anything been lost? Anything been found? What are your new hopes for the future, and what will you always carry with you from the past?