A Trinket's Wish

A porcelain lady beams proudly - a crack across her painted face. Boxes from a musty attic open wide to smell the freshest air - Within, the tiny trinkets of a childhood memory. Faded jewellery arranged in a whimsical fashion Tarnished by the years of neglect dazzle new eyes On a purple velvet sheet. Books with cracked bindings all subjects of Yesteryear and old recipe books. Outlived clothes and odd shoes Well out grown and packed away Now sit in the morning sunlight - Waiting patiently to be loved again - Just beyond the yard sale.