Emotions
You can pick the last few pieces,
on sale at the neighborhood goodwill store,
Next to the tie-die shirts and clogs;
that nobody has any use for anymore.
I ran my fingers over the frayed material
as if to bid one last good-bye,
You could see they were worn out.
Life has a way of wearing out
delicate material like this. That is…
if you are hackneyed enough to carry
such old styles in your wardrobe in the first place.
My mother passed them on to me,
suitcases and suitcases of emotions.
They run thick in our family.
And I foolishly carried them on with me hoping
to pass them on to my kids.
But kids these days have such little patience for gibberish.
So I emptied the suitcases of emotions
and folded them into a neat pile
to be donated to goodwill
with the rest of the “old and no longer used”.
