More than Things
I don’t remember giving a lot away when I was a kid.
I didn’t have a whole lot of
what anyone would want.
I remember trading some of my doll clothes and dishes
and never feeling satisfied with the trade,
always thinking of the lost items with regret.
Once, I gave a Halloween peanut butter cup to my dad.
He was astonished at my generosity and so pleased,
I would have given him all my candy if he asked.
To this day it’s easier to give away money than things.
I guess that’s a leftover from the time I didn’t have much.
Once I possess something, it becomes a part of my story.
Every object in my home could become a poem.
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