Oh my..... this pierces deep. So few words, painfully squeezing the heart. I once wandered into an antique place that was filled with items acquired via estate sales. There was a large table with a mountain of crocheted doilies, handmade-lace-trimmed cloths, and hand-embroidered pillowcases, and all I could see was my grandma, showing me her bobbin and demonstrating how to make lace. On that table was a collection of nameless people now gone, reduced to their treasured items that were sold for coins. I feel that pain whenever I see a sign that says "estate sale."
Such a moving poem! I love how "invaluable" cuts both ways -- and I really love the turn in the last stanza. Ahhh, "this shedding of the tarnished, / invaluable world?"
Oh my..... this pierces deep. So few words, painfully squeezing the heart. I once wandered into an antique place that was filled with items acquired via estate sales. There was a large table with a mountain of crocheted doilies, handmade-lace-trimmed cloths, and hand-embroidered pillowcases, and all I could see was my grandma, showing me her bobbin and demonstrating how to make lace. On that table was a collection of nameless people now gone, reduced to their treasured items that were sold for coins. I feel that pain whenever I see a sign that says "estate sale."
Thank you for this poignant comment, Sue. 💕
Wow. You perfectly describe this slice of like. Invaluable ‼️
Thank you, Dorit, for these generous words!
Such a moving poem! I love how "invaluable" cuts both ways -- and I really love the turn in the last stanza. Ahhh, "this shedding of the tarnished, / invaluable world?"
Thank you, dear Harriet, for these kind words. You have always been such a treasured reader of my work!