Scraps

Tie together
the stories of the past
a broken heart
a teardrop or two

And a half written poem
about the color blue

A notebook
jammed with my history
and dotted with rhymes

an old porch swing,
nearly forgotten 
I remember those times

A poem of laughter
or sadness
of joy

A torn love note to me
with the worst poem
ever written by a twelve year old boy

I pick up the scraps
and put them away

knowing I'll need them
once more, someday

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Susan Buchel

Date: 9/15/2011 11:11:00 PM

Oh, I really like this! A friend and I were just talking about going into our closets and getting out those old shoe boxes that seem to have your young life captured in bits and pieces.... and you said it beautifully!