His
architectural pen sets
Our
golden wedding wine goblets
Bobby’s
baby foot imprints
Lizzie’s
first mother’s day card with her hand prints
His
old college sweaters
All my secret love letters
The
art room easel stand
Mother’s
pearl strand
The
library full of dad’s treasured books
My
brother’s collection of pruning hooks
The
kitchen red roaster clock
My
old teenage diary with broken lock
All
of these will be sent apart
While
my life sits with a weeping broken heart
Since
time has chosen this fateful day
To
take me away to some other stay.
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