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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: July 20, 2017      Views: 150
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 79 of the book Family7
One man's treasure...
"Mama's Treasures" by Barb Hensongispsaca
I'd let it go on long enough
'twas time to go through Mama's stuff.
She'd put aside so much for me
that now was mine - her soul was free.

Most clothes were big or very small,
a thousand nick knacks for the wall,
her special pot for cooking stew -
since I don't cook, that wouldn't do.

Fine dishes that were old and chipped,
and furniture that should be stripped,
some silverware that missed their knives,
some self-canned fruit from ninety-nine.

My Mama thought I'd need each one
to pass on down to daughters ... sons.
But times have changed, these things are old.
I just don't think they can be sold.

We tried to figure what to do
(each had their say and I did, too),
what Mama called her treasure chest
was junk to us, I must confess.

But I for one am glad she saved,
'cause even while I ranted, raved,
I learned a lot 'bout Mama then
and what she treasured way back then.


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