National Poetry Month: Poem 13

Almost missed this one. Busy day…

Poem 13

Heirlooms

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

A dusty place inside my brain.

A room with one shaft of light.

Filled with memories filed away

…Ideas stowed for future design.

 

When I find myself at a loss,

Then I revisit the dusty gloom

And paw through the mossy

Files of memory’s heirlooms.

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