6 May 2012
I'm boxing up my memories. There's no room in my brain. Perhaps, when old Nostalgia hits I'll see them all again.
A stuffed toy from a cousin Never heard of, never seen. Another, from an old lover Who turned out not so keen.
Old birthday cards and spinning tops, Coins from far-off lands, An army knife, a choo-choo train, A jar of shells and sands,
A watercolour poppy From when I fancied I 'did' art. A china cherub, a Buddhist's bell, Now to be set apart.
The space inside my wardrobe, Amongst old tops and shoes, Is the perfect place to keep them safe And recover them, if I choose.
Memories • Opuss № I