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.