they call it
strolling in and out
stores and shops
spending an afternoon
i used to have that
(one just like that)
my mother’s set of bowls
(i grew up with those)
that oak dresser
(just like my grandfather’s)
a maxfield parish print
(on fell street’s wall)
a green plaid set of plates
(i broke the serving dish-my father hit me)
a telephone stand
(old black ancient dial phone’s home)
an a.a. milne boxed set
of pooh tales
(1926 first edition in bookcase)
“i remember…”
“we had that in….”
“when i was a kid…”
“i used to collect…”

i used to collect
some things
similar to those
that now sit
for sale
in antique stores
i wonder how
mine disappeared
did i sell them
give them away
who has these
aged collections now
why did they mean
so little
what was more
in life then
when i left
these behind

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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