Yard Sale

you never know whose memories your walking away with.

The sign reads: yard sale everything must go.

People pass through, taking memories they don't know.

A little old woman sits in a chair.

With tears in her eyes, and a blank stare.

 

She remembers the day they first met.

He held that umbrella so she wouldn't get wet.

A woman walks by holding two china plates.

The same ones they used on their very first date.

 

Miscellaneous items in a box by a tree.

In the very same spot, he got down on one knee.

A suit hanging by looks just like new.

As new as the day they said I do.

 

A man takes his toolbox, hammer, and nails.

He took her hands, then lifted her veil.

She looks at a blanket all tattered and torn.

They got it the day their daughter was born.

 

A boy asks his mother "are you almost done?"

She thinks of the day they welcomed their son.

It's time to clean up, its almost seven.

She knows he's waiting, up there in heaven.

 

She looks at her hands all wrinkled and creased.

As they take her memories piece by piece.

Author's Note

please ignore all grammar and punctuation errors

Reviews

[Imperfection]

Such a beautiful way to put it. The memories attached to personal belongings are as important as those attached to people for we often associate things with people.

This poem reminded me of a watch that has been with me for 18 years. It's more than a watch to me. I can't dream of giving it away.

Well written.

[luthien7]

gorgeous work! You give a real sense of the woman's life, interlaced in these things, these common items as people paw through her memories and the details of love, loss... Wow. Highly impressed and a great, great job!
Thanks for the read

[None]

You took endearing thoughts and turned them so lovingly into a gorgeous tapestry. Such feeling and real moments make your poem a true treasure. I love your talent!

[dc]

Very lovely. Very descriptive, I love the memories to go with the items described.

[Triss Chandury]

That is beautiful and extremely moving!