Treasures From My Past

Treasures from my Past In preparing for the yard sale, I gather all my junk, I wade through the mass of items from decades before From furniture to dishes that have sat down in my basement And I realize that my past will be pushed outside my door. I pick up a box of Royal Albert dishes from a dusty cardboard box, Carefully removing the yellowed newspaper that wrap each plate, Displaying the majestic burgundy strip with 24k gold filigree, Rediscovering those joyful feelings that seem to calm and sedate. Long before the death of my parents and my only aunt, These plates graced the dining room table at all family celebrations. Oh the food, the smells, the faces and the happy times, These plates bring back all the best and warmest sensations. With so many items to keep, each item with its own meaning, The Royal Albert plates unpacked, finally get moved outside at last, To ease my mind I think about the happiness that they can bring, More happy memories for others, can be made from these plates of my past.