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
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Originally posted: Feb 23, 2016
(subsequently deleted)
Copyright © Brian Mcclain | Year Posted 2016
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