An Banged Up Old Storage Chest
Tossed around bye multi-generations
Dented ‘n molded, over many worn eons
Weathered old in attic - garage cold space
Treasured heirloom, to be stowed away.
Fought over by siblings for sentimentality
Affluent wanting it, for reported hidden treasure
Fabled hidden pockets, bejeweled amid mystery
Humble wanting to reminisce, amidst romanticism.
Sibling --- who stayed home to care for aging parents
Were often encrusted, to decade repackage air looms
Layered amid dust, cracked yellow newspaper wraps
While sighing with tears - over years, be polished anew.
Strange how some that do not need it, just want it
To say they have it, not ever needing its poor memories
They gloat at being: The Alpha Supreme Alter Elite EGO
Rather trash it, than pass it on, to Beta off sprig kids.
Scowl --- knot getting it, they did not really want it - Fume
While laying claim to everything worthwhile - to sell it
Rushing in with family scavenger leech procession claims
That divide siblings, a gist Will - divorce property sib separations.
Some people bury family, deep in forget me stationary plots
That rest in place settling amid skeletal eternal solemn remains
While the rotating treasure storage chest shifts around rhyme
Where the bundle of sibling poems girth - grows with birth.
In fact, so much that digital recordings of Family Tree Verse
To Be Recorded - forever then even more, Too Bee immortalized
In the molded time, churning rewrapped newspaper around -
An Banged Up Old Storage Chest.
HeArtMosphere Poet
An Banged Up Old Storage Chest
Tossed around bye
multi-generations
Dented ‘n molded
over many worn eons
Weathered old in attic -
garage cold space
Treasured heirloom
to be stowed away.
Fought over by siblings
for sentimentality
Affluent wanting it
for reported hidden treasure
Fabled hidden pockets
bejeweled amid mystery
Humble wanting to reminisce
amidst romanticism.
Sibling ---
who stayed home
to care for aging parents
Were often encrusted
to decade repackage air looms
Layered amid dust
cracked yellow newspaper wraps
While sighing with tears -
over years
be polished anew.
Strange how some
that do not need it
just want it
To say they have it
not ever needing
its poor memories
They gloat at being:
THE Alpha Supreme
Alter Elite EGO
Rather trash it
than pass it on
to Beta off sprig kids.
Scowl ---
knot getting it
they did not really want it -
Fume
While laying claim
to everything worthwhile -
to sell it
Rushing in with family scavenger
leech procession claims
That divide siblings
a gist Will -
divorce property sib separations.
Some people bury family
deep in forget me stationary plots
That rest in place settling
amid skeletal eternal solemn remains
While the rotating treasure storage chest
shifts around rhyme
Where the bundle of sibling poems girth -
grows with birth.
In fact - so much that
digital recordings of Family Tree Verse
To Be Recorded -
forever then even more
Too Bee immortalized
In the molded time
churning rewrapped newspaper around -
An Banged Up Old Storage Chest.
HeArtMosphere Poet
My sister has some of the hand-me-downs. I think my brothers have little or none. But what is most precious to me are the photographs from old albums so carefully chronicled making history come alive again from our family's simple lives. Also, some brief writing from my mother and from other relatives telling us what it was like for them to live in their time. Priceless.
Ron