Pretty Happy Items

She surrounded herself With favorite things, Shiny, pretty, happy items They made her smile. When they got to be too many, She began hanging them by strings Until they filled the ceilings and The walls. This made her dance. Her husband built her a barn, And she filled it with even more glorious things Bigger things. Furniture that made her laugh. When she moved to a smaller house She tried to take it all with her. She ended up living among boxes, Existing in pathways. She lost her husband and her mind. So people came and took the pretties away. On the way out her grandson turned and Handed her an angel with a glittered halo. She smiled again.