Reminiscing through boxes of junk and jewels
I found memories hidden away.
Some trinkets drew a blank slate –
Potential stories for another day.
Sorting through layers of the years
I found ivories of pearly white,
Treasures that were once held dear
And hidden under a pillow for a night.
I felt a pang of guilt
Not knowing from whom they came,
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew,
Yet, in my decision I felt no shame.
There was no need to keep the jewels
Though there were enough to form a wreath.
Practicality and wisdom won the debate
And I threw away the teeth.
sa/2020
