Yard Sale
Saturday yard sale (moving to a heritage apartment)
years of collecting and lots must go even things of contentment
two china cabinets, one from mom, one grandma, that still bring a smile
perhaps, I can somehow keep them changing them into book shelve style
as I go through my many things and stuff I say why did I ever get that
gothic clothes, retro and vintage lace, shoes, handbags, jewelry and hat
a broken and battered filing cabinet that holds poetry written from my heart
NO, NO, this old cabinet and me can never, ever, never be apart
vases and vases, colorful, quite dusty and useless
dozens of porcelain cups kept for years and lost in forgetfulness
movies watched, outdated music, just loads and tons of stuff
how can I survive this yard sale Saturday because this will be rough
I should hang a sign on me reading ... broken heart for sale
well, suck it up as grandma used to say and lets have a sale
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April 27, 2023
Poetry/Couplet/Yard Sale
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1543-134-27
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian Strand Standard, No. 1212
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/30/2023
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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