……………………………………….I cannot imagine
……………………………………….living without the weight of gramma’s dresser
……………………………………….or Frankie’s waterfall tall boy
……………………………………….or the little night stand
……………………………………….with Linguista Walton handles.
……………………………………….There’s the oak commode I found
……………………………………….in my youth, in its first restoration,
……………………………………….that supports the electronic arts
……………………………………….with flat screen, VCR, and DVD all
……………………………………….winking their red eyes in the space once used
……………………………………….for the slop bowl.
……………………………………….Here too is the wonderful mid-century
……………………………………….Victorian dresser
……………………………………….I submitted via photograph
……………………………………….to Antiques Roadshow
……………………………………….once
……………………………………….the experts said it was the best thing we owned.
……………………………………….It was rejected.
……………………………………….One would begin to believe
……………………………………….all that survived the generations were dressers
……………………………………….if it were not for the andirons.
Lovely verse. Dressers, too personal to dispose of...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI think you need to consider being an interior decorator.
ReplyDeleteThese are such beautiful rooms. I agree that you could be an interior decorator.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful antiques...poignant words.
ReplyDeleteIf you do decide to loste them, you can send them to me. I love old furniture.
ReplyDeleteI like your lyrical connectiosns between what passed for effluvia then and passes now.
I also cannot spell.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Thank you.
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