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 © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Wolf Avatar
October 19, 2022 at 10:25 PM
Ha, ha! Circle the wagons!
Krutsinger Avatar
October 20, 2022 at 1:13 AM
We always do
Gauthier Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 3:51 PM
Bravo ~ your coveed wagon, indeed ~ lol
Krutsinger Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 10:24 PM
I just saw that this poem earned me 10,000 points on AP so I am pleased.
Hankins Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 8:36 AM
(chuckling)
Krutsinger Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 10:24 PM
This is so TRUE now.
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 4:38 AM
Hello Caren, I think you had a dream. Woke up and covered yourself then went back to sleep. Hugs.
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 19, 2022 at 7:14 AM
Hello Caren, good to know it is a good idea. Hugs.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 10:25 PM
I shall Darlene, I shall.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace