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Selling Memories

Selling memories, possessions at the yard sale
Just junk the buyer says, I will take it off your hand
Hard times have hit, yes we need a break
Kindness, charity impress apon the inner voice
Let it go, someone else needs it more.

She goes inside to empty cupboards and cries.
No supper tonight, no breakfast tomorrow...

Vultures circle to take advantage, will the house be gone?

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Sara Kendrick

January 4, 2010 at 6:18 AM

One would have to be there to know the emotion. Keep the chin up a door or window will open. Mom

Elaine George

January 3, 2010 at 4:07 AM

Such a hert-wrenching truth that is actually happening around us. Things need to change. Great piece of writing here, Doris. Love, Lainie

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

January 2, 2010 at 8:18 PM

Have had many yard sales myself Doris.. it does feel like u are selling part of the past of your own but when it becomes necessary ..I am thankful it has been there to sell.. your poem is so sensitive and touching in a sense of emotional attachment and so hard to let go ... I can relate... thankxxx for your nice comments today .. yes I did realize I reached the 500 mark when I posted Turn the Page and wrote it in the footnote.. onto the next 500 I guess with blessings... luv.. Linda-Marie

John Freeman

January 2, 2010 at 7:03 PM

Yard sales are like selling your memories Doris. That is for sure, I would suppose there will be a lot more of these yard sales as times get harder. An also as many vultures or more than before. Sincerely, Love, Moses