Are These Antiques Too
These are antiques the old lady said.
All of them?
She nodded.
Even these?
I held up a Fisher Price toy barn.
Especially that! She said.
I left feeling bewildered.
I had just held up my children’s favorite childhood toy.
Are my children also antiques?
And if they are antiques,
Where do I stand? What does this make me?
I got into my covered wagon and put a comforter over my head.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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