an insipid stash
of marigold seeds and batteries…
These are the places dreams take me…
To Mom’s catch-all drawer, you see…
Fifty years of memory brings
the sight of her random things.
Though the drawer is gone,
along with mother’s song….
the memory is strong – and still clings.
A bobby pin for sister’s hair…
A pinochle deck for Friday night’s flare.
A rusty flashlight never used,
One or two of the old glass type fuse.
Saint cards from forgotten funerals,
Flash cards with letters and numerals.
A cork screw and a safety pin,
Scamper’s leash was also within.
Top Value stamps were there by score,
That yellow licking I abhored!
Mother’s kitchen was no where to be!
She scooted us out daily……..
But when her back was turned
I oft heroically earned
the right to peek inside.
For if ever a bobble could hobble a boy,
it’s those that Mother prized…..
And I think, (as it was pretty plain,)
but guessing it was her little detour,
Because atop all the junk “the belt” was lain –
A sure omen to stay out of her drawer!