Between the Lines
Having no "Estate", the panic set in
as the "YARD SALE" signs went up,
only to see a 150 year old roll top desk
being loaded on the huge pick up.
Waiting took too long and
that addition never materialized...
Solid oak, polished to my likes
sent off for a petty need to survive.
Holding onto the brass samovar,
(Russian, a Grandfather's legacy)
hands lovingly placed it back
into the house not quite as old,
hiding it from my senses of touch and sight
so as not to devalue it.
Sometimes it was "eeny", "meeny"
and other times "moe",
deciding what needed to stay
and what needed to go~~
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (12-07-2008 10:29 AM).]