M. L. Kiser Poet Free verse

Heirloom Whispers

In the antique store
an old physician’s desk,
walnut and marble-topped,
holding the remnants of a life
of service; 
stories etched in 
wood, metal and stone.

Next to part of an old syringe,
a can of ether, half full;
it’s lid rusted shut
and a stethoscope
sporting the cracked rubber
tubing, of a bygone era.
A clock that once worked, 
a necessity for any physician
or scientist; 
it died at lunchtime.
A gilt-framed memoir
of time served abroad.

Life stories abound in old 
antique shops;
shh...you can almost hear them 
whispered tales,
ethereal remnants,
for the purchase.




2-12-2020
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