Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Woolen Testament

they used
to say if
there's a
will there's
a way and so

i tried not
to live with
materialism
but given now
at my age i've

accumulated
dated and what
i thought were
savable things
thinking how

could i
throw
these
memo
ries away

so my attic
fills as does
my basement
one mouse filled
the other mold damp

mouse traps and
a humidifier can't
make or keep
them to last
but what is

lost when they are
found by a stranger
the memory that
surrounds them
and grounds

their electricity
or some say
an aura but
before i go
there

i just have
to say i had
these things
as part of me
and so in sound

mind and body
both creaking
and cracking
i am passing
this stuffing

on to 
my son
because
i willed it
in my will

it's so much
easier to give
these things up
when i go
belly

up

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Sandra Adams January 14, 2020 at 7:38 PM we hang on to some things for many reasons... this made me think of my mom, when she passed away, we all took some of her favorite clothing...some still had tags on them as she loved to shop... my sister and sister in law could fit in her clothes...i on the other hand was way too thin...and i guess i thought maybe one day they'd fit... they never did, they ended up falling apart literally and i threw them out 15 years later... anyway... good write! Sandra Adams January 14, 2020 at 8:50 PM for me writing is good therapy...but...i am good at pulling those emotions out of the depths and making the audience feel my pain...even when i am happy...i just craft the sad ones so much better but i try to write love ones here and there, they are never as good to me though... i smile all the time in life... Jeff Connelly January 14, 2020 at 7:50 PM Sandra I do appreciate that you read my stuff and that you actually comment; a lot of folks don't. But I felt sad reading your comment (and a lot of your poems). You are a blessed writer Sandra. Perhaps it's just me or my manic/depressive medications, but I always try to write with a feeling of fun; yet I've waded through a life of sometimes shit. But, young lady, if we ever meet I'd like to see a smile on your face. Take care Sandra, and thank you so much.