Antique English Vitrine c.1880
mementoes in a tiny museum
souvenirs of small moments
shiny stones fluted seashells
retained bits and baubles
quiet with personal histories
habits collected in childhood
displayed in their sentiments
carried by years into manhood
emotional artifacts telling brief
tales of diminutive journeys
now at prominent rest beneath
glass in the parlor available
handy to curious eyes seeking
insight from biograph markers
these temporal timeworn and
much caressed objects whose
conscious display reveals clues
to the heart of a taciturn man
From my book Ephemera
Poesy plus Polemics 
A marvellous thing to keep and muse over things time’s subliminal promptings had you keep back. Wonderful poetry from a wonderful poet.
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thanks kindly, mike
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Today I feel very in tune with these thoughts, so beautifully expressed.
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many thanks
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Oh the things we kept & the things we left without any particular rationale or conscious intention. My children will simply shake their heads when upon my passing they open the box of my incidentals . . .
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*smile*
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Touch, see, reveal, remember
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sounds like a plan
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My mother loved miniatures. In your lovely words I read memories of the little things of hers that I cherish. Some are tucked away in boxes and some have been with me for years on table tops and window ledges. I wonder what they will say to my three sons after I’m gone.
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I have similar thoughts about my children – I imagine ebay will see some activity
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