Rummaging Memoirs
Rummaging my dreams from a treasure chest
I hug Snoopy and Troll dolls one last time,
They knew my little secret childhood crime
So I tagged their backs with hums, sublime
And no one understood my tight unrest.
Opening a box, keepsakes fell somehow
Velvet frocks saw my look, a tender pain,
And more for sale; my heart started to rain
Oh memoirs I had to let go…again,
As teapot brewed, feeling alright for now.
A classic watch peeped like a dangling star
It’s glass frame broken, yet alive and warm,
Dad slow-dancing me in the blue rainstorm
I saved this above all, without doubt or norm
Cherishing his touch so near, though skies afar.
Anthony Slausen's Treasure Chest Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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