Tried to dump some junk today,
keep only special memories,
sort the strata of stuff grown big
in backs of cupboards or
spread like lava in the loft,
planned two piles: one stays,
one goes, sighed and got
stuck in. . . . . .
That dog-eared book of nursery rhymes
we must have read a thousand times,
the little threadbare teddy bear
you carried with you everywhere,
the knitted snowman, more black than white
that never ventured from your sight,
a red teapot, a pickup truck ............
each memory much too precious to give up
I'll try and dump some junk one day
but just for now, the cupboard's closed,
all safely put away.
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