Old Things
Rachel Crawford
I find and old suitcase
Containig my life's treasues
I open it and see reminders of
Things that never were
There's my Sluggo doll
Dirty from time and hugs
From my grimy little hands
Lavender and lace
Musty now
Locked up in time
Tattered letters
Written as a child
That were never sent
Lace doilies, yellowed with age
Some torn, some saved
Wash delicately
Happy childhood
Stuck to the bottom
Congealed and matted
With love never given
Throw away when you scrape it
From the bottom
Memories of things
That never took place
Wishful thinking
In my heart
Forgotten in time
Stuck in the suitcase of my mind
Old baggage
Retrieved upon reflection
Reminding me
Of the memories
That never took place
