Charity Shop Tears

A wedding dress in Oxfam’s window.	
The Laughter and the tears were not included.
A well-worn walking stick just 50p 
The memory’s and pain are  gone.
Baby cloths the price tags still on 
Oh the heart ache we will never know. 
A doll without a child to cuddle 
A teenager who needs a friend.
A business suit upon a hanger
A career no longer pursued. 
High heeled shoes with fancy buckles 
He now go’s dances  all alone. 
All treasures they let go.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Hopper Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:09 PM
Very interesting and insightful. I think this goes deeper than where my imagination is leading... thanks for making me work my brain. Cheers
Pennell  Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:14 PM
thank you anna for taking the time to read my poem
Allison Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:01 PM
oh Stephen this is so sad ... but they are going to be treasures for someone else and they will get a new lease of life with a different owner:-) hugs Jan xx
Pennell  Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:13 PM
cheers jan : true story was up town and there in the window was the dress , stephen
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