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Headstall's Reflections - 90. Chapter 90 Things
Things
I walk around my empty house
And in the memories I do douse
Feeling their warmth like a scented bath
As I stroll my heart’s meandering path
Examples have put importance in things
Riches a lifetime of determined toil brings
Stark early lessons to me were taught
To climb those ladders and give inches naught
Accumulations are said proof of success
For empty spaces were deemed somehow less
And yes those things do carry weight
But real value is seen for some too late
Whether gauged in metric or imperial
It should be known the material is immaterial
Whether silver, gold, cloth, or paper
Or even the charred wick of a candle taper
Any and all can be cherished as treasure
Trinkets capable of giving us pleasure
Once we find ourselves walking alone
Our aged flesh inevitably pared to the bone
My house is a gallery to a life complete
Humble reminders of love’s gifts replete
Overflowing I be with bared emotions
As I slurp on my trove of happy potions
My riches are not made up of numbers
But in the years of children’s slumbers
And gouges in pine, deep and wide
And the dent on the fridge impossible to hide
My wealth is in crayoned birthday wishes
And in the chips of well-worn dishes
It’s in the school bell they loved to ring
And in those wildflowers they used to bring
It’s found in the most unlikely of places
The stretch of floor used for Hot Wheels races
The sill on which perched a Cabbage Patch kid
And under the couch where lost toys hid
How can I be lonely when my joy surrounds me?
When out every window is a bush or a tree
Planted there amidst animated discussion
Best to withstand damage from nature’s percussion
When my time comes, I hope it is here
For in this abode is all I hold dear
This gathering place where my kids feel at home
This special house most worthy of a poem
Haiku #1
Molasses moves slow
On frigid winter mornings
Copying my speed
Haiku #2
Beneath the dark sky
Creatures scurry for cover
Knowing what’s coming
Haiku #3
If we search out peace
When we haven’t done the work
It can elude us
Haiku #4
Covered by dead leaves
An entire world exists
Waiting to emerge
Haiku #5
I heard a blue jay
Express raucous displeasure
At feline stalking
Haiku #6
Life’s true enemy
Lies in our desperation
To hide from its pain
Haiku #7
There is a secret
Hidden in the deepest woods
Babbling its song
Haiku #8
Sounds of spring mewling
Comes from behind the barn walls
Announcing new birth
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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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