Thought Bubble Wrapped

The lock clucks once as if to chide You best let bygones be The door growls loud as if to warn There's nothing here to see Peering through the dim-lit gloom I heave a quizzical sigh A mocking echo parrots me: Where memories go to die Forty years stacked and packed Thought-bubble-wrapped collection Brooding bronze, mahogany desk A dense mass of recollection Now, where is that which I seek... My parents’ old photo book? Where everyone looks so hale and young It will take some time to look French armoire, Persian rug, Chinese chairs A frightful Congo mask Searching on such a global scale Is quite the daunting task The storage fees are adding up I should sell it all, I should Let it all just fly away On wings of copper, silk and wood But all this meant so much to them Mosaic memory of vanished days Within these walls, as in my heart The echo of them yet stays _____________________________ For contest: Any Poem Meaningful to You Sponsored by: Broken Wings ______________________________ Originally posted: Feb 23, 2016 (subsequently deleted)