Observations from my mother's garage sale |
Plates, Blues, yellows, greens, pinks, and reds, Flowered, striped, the center a turkey or a Christmas tree, Chipped, cracked, crazed, Piled unceremoniously on a table. These treasures in my garage sale. The cup without a saucer. The saucer without a cup. A cup, handleless, chipped, and crazed Awaits someone to find it useful - To find my trash their treasure. Bottles arranged like soldiers for a picture Tall in back; short in front Some old, some new, some battered Awaiting to be useful or collected. Clothes- The yellow dress with the scoop neck I made for my confirmation. Grandpa's plaid flannel shirt Worn thin at the elbow. Dad's ties- Plain, paisley, whimsical. Mom's sweaters With patterns to attract a first grader's attention. Baby clothes, teen clothes, stereotypical old people's clothes various sizes - various patterns Hang on the rack to be worn again. The old wool blanket, green with a worn binding, The quilt pieces, partially completed that my great-grandmother began Fabric, drapes, table cloths, fabric. "What is it you need, that can't be found anywhere else?" the customer is asked. "Our trash is your treasure." The sign overhead - "You never regret what you buy - You only regret what you don't buy." The treasures, the treasures in my garage sale Hold memories for me. Although I can't begin to keep All the objects, The memories will remain. Pounding bench Pegs worn Pockmarks in the wood Where the hammer missed its mark - My boys worked daily To perfect their skill. The child's toy tea set That everyone looks past - One little girl cries out, "Look Mama - can I get it?" But the girl's plea goes unfulfilled - The tea set is breakable. The teddy bear Worn Gaunt Once loved by a child Waits to be hugged again. The dinosaur Plastic, hard Still brilliant green Looking for a room to roam. Books, books, and more books - Records, tapes, CDs, DVDs, computer programs. The treasures in my garage sale Will now bring joy to someone else And create more memories, Or rekindle old memories. What I might have easily trashed, Now someone will treasure. |