The Throwaways
Rescued from the side of the road on a cold and rainy day
Thrown out like a piece of trash...a worn out throwaway
So I pick you up and cover you up and bring you home with me
And wonder why they can not see... the beauty that I see
I wipe away the icy rain that has hardened on your back
And deeply rub with linseed oil each and every little crack
And when you are as warm and dry as warm and dry can be
I remove the stain and blisters from your body carefully
And low and behold beneath that tattered surface there I find
The inner beauty... that is your soul ... akin to fine aged wine
Your broken leg has bonded well with nary a trace of scar
Now you stand so straight and proud ... a superior chair by far
A Duncan Fife brought back to life by tender loving care
A focal piece within my house for everyone to share
Where Miss Mew... herself a throwaway... sits proudly on this thrown
Among the other throwaways that make this house a home
Written: Dec. 19Th, 2017
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
This poem best describes my Meraki
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2017
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