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.
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