I am selling my past
on ebay
to the highest bidder.
My son insists on calling it
de-cluttering.
He reminds me:
they’re only
things.
Packed neatly in yesterday’s box
I find an old Hummel,
“für Mutter” for
mother
along with a card
from my dad,
his penmanship was still perfect
when he wrote:
To Mary, for
your first
Mother’s Day.
Love, Dad
xoxo
I hand over the statue
and put the note in my desk.
This is for IGRT, where Shay has asked us to write, "a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person." It's also posted at dVerse, where Claudia asks us to write about emotion without mentioning the emotion directly. And finally, this is my #4 poem for PAD. Click on the links and check them out!
