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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Auction The old barn reeked of ancient musty walls Unpainted boards and narrow cattle stalls Old floors of dirt, some broken twigs of hay And cherished attic treasures on display Mementos of the past once heirloom-dear Drew from my well a sweet nostalgic tear And memories that surely have more worth Than all remaining gold upon this earth A boisterous auctioneer is in command A wooden gavel firmly in his hand Too precious are my sacred souvenirs Still brushed with spider dust and stained with tears Momentos of the past with which I part I cherished well with all my aching heart “Going once, then twice,” he cried,”fair warning all!” So small a price to pay, so rich a haul I can’t relive the years already spent Nor grieve the loss of things that came and went But I believe I always will recall When someone bought the greatest prize of all The last sweet memory harbored in my well The moment that the wooden gavel fell Elizabeth Santos |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Oh Liz....I know this feeling well. You write so beautifully of the heartache that time and change bring. Hugs! |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
fine 'slice of life' write! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I feel a literal pain in my heart while reading this, Elizabeth. So heartfelt and well written. Ida |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You always "get it" Liz - Even when it's not about you, yourself. You just understand..  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Liz, this is the third time, I have come back to your poem to reply to it, but the tears are still coursing down my cheeks, and I still don't have the words to describe the beauty of your poem, nor your heartache that I share with you about this. I wish this wasn't true, but you made it too real, not to be. Hugs and more tears Owl |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Agh... I feel pain in my heart and spinning in my head, just thinking about the things that I cherish and want my family to love too when I'm gone, but may not. So well done Elizabeth Santos, Ms. E |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dear Lady Santos, I know this moment well. Its sacred call comes deep from the fell of that auctioneer's gavel. Bless you. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You played my heartstrings like the master you are. I love this. A |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A most beautiful, poignant emotional write, dear Elizabeth! Moments of deep involvement that can't be forgotten. Remains the hope that the new proprietor will bring new life and joy to the place. And the memories will linger safely within your heart. Hugs. Margherita |
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