Collectibles

Collectibles I stand in the half light and cast my eyes On so many facets of life. Standing, hanging, sitting in disarray, Defined by price and market trends. Things once loved, or cherished, Admired, coveted, or just well used. Everyday things that have seen or felt Or been a party to a family life. They wait in silence for a new beginning. How many eyes have seen a crystal light, Or hands have used a well worn tool? Whose lips have touched a gold rimmed cup In happiness, in peace, or war. How far back in time do their memories stretch, What tales can each impart? A sampler spells out thoughts or prayers, Stitched with care from love or threat. Pewter measures, bent and worn, Poured out hope or watered down despair. A silver pointer shows a holy text, Dispelling fear of death to come. Mirrors framed in ornate styles Reflect a thousand faces, Young and old, That now lay buried, long forgotten. A new life beckons these who wait Their chance to once again Belong.