Constance La France Poet Narrative

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The Mahogany Sideboard

Household Auction
Saturday and Sunday
Refreshments 

I must sell some family heirlooms from grandmothers attic,
there are many items, jewelry, glass, lamps, and some furniture;
but the most treasured item is a mahogany sideboard quite exquisite,
beautifully carved, and ornate with dragons and scrolls and gorgeous feet.

I noticed you arrived a half hour early and saw you wandering,
many times you returned to the sideboard and caressed it so gently;
approaching you, I offered you a coffee and we had time to chat a bit,
I told you that the sideboard had sentimental value for me, it was grandma's.

People came and went and many lingered with the lovely sideboard,
you know it is in pristine condition, has never been repaired or refinished;
it is a scarcity, hard to find a vintage piece as profusely carved and deeply loved,
in an antique shop they would mark it up 500%, I am auctioning it at a reduction.

I will not be long-winded, if you are interested, you can trust me,
dishonest, I will not be, this mahogany sideboard is the real thing, no rip-off;
take your time, have another coffee and then we can talk again if you want to,
I am no antique dealer, just a girl with some beautiful things that I need to sell.

In the end,  I could not sell the mahogany sideboard . . .
 

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February 24, 2016

Narrative/The Mahogany Sideboard
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 761-247-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2016 at 9:58 AM I think you have got her attention!a well told Story. Constance La France February 28, 2016 at 10:00 AM Richard, thanks for visiting, I overpriced the sideboard, she said she was a rich kabob...

CayCay Godwin February 27, 2016 at 8:59 AM Personally, I could never let an antique anything go, I just love them. I enjoyed your write very much and your non-pressure pitch - good job! CayCay Constance La France February 27, 2016 at 9:11 AM CayCay, thanks for visiting with that nice comment, in reality there was a grandmother and an attic, and a sideboard and many other things, but I sold nothing, kept it all... grandma's treasured china cabinet has become my bookshelve, the sideboard still dwells with me..

James Inman February 26, 2016 at 9:18 AM You mind me of my sister and her old books and book shelves. Lovely thoughts. Constance La France February 26, 2016 at 3:18 PM James, thanks for visiting, I love all things old, and in reality, there was a mahogany sideboard in grandma's attic, among other things, but I did not sell it, I have it, and grandma's china cabinet has became shelves for old books, one of my hobbies, is collecting old books... thanks so much for the lovely // James Inman February 26, 2016 at 9:19 AM You remind...(sorry)

Dr. Upma A. Sharma February 25, 2016 at 2:36 AM Very touchy..great pen broken.. love//upma Constance La France February 25, 2016 at 7:19 AM Upma, thanks for visiting my poem with the nice comment and the love !

Jan Allison February 24, 2016 at 1:38 PM I'll give you $1100 as long as a cup of tea and a piece of cake is thrown in too:-) lovely nostalgia Broken Wings - I actually have mums old bureau it is mahogany - not terribly valuable just sentimental which makes it priceless to me:-) hugs Jan xx Constance La France February 24, 2016 at 4:38 PM Jan, thanks for visiting, and the fun comment, well, the sideboard is actually overpriced, but she did say she was a rich kabob, I have my grandma's first china cabinet, it is a little battered but I love it, and of course it is sentimental, I recall as a little girl looking at all the collectibles within and grandma saying just look dear heart don't touch...