So many homes we’ve lived in and left
and the treasures departed with them,
the gardens, lovingly created, left behind to flourish or not.
Folk no longer have places to stash the not-strictly-useful.
What some call bibelots others call trash.
One or two relics have stayed the course –
Gran’s great colander moves everywhere with us,
finds a spot in the saucepan cupboard to settle.
Mum’s sugar thermometer is still in use,
helping jam and marmalade to set.
A collection of oriental china nags at my conscience;
there are boxes of treasures taped closed
for so long that I can’t remember the contents –
Those who come after me can deal with those.
dVerse Poetics is looking for Treasure, and you’ll find lots of valuable stuff there!
The Napo prompt for Day 8 is to re-write a famous poem. I often do this kind of pastiche exercise, and you will find a Springlike Daffodilian poem here.