Thursday, July 4, 2013

Preparing for the Estate Sale

Cleaning out grandmother’s estate
we found, hidden behind old hoses,
dusty boxes and a broken bicycle,
two pieces of wood nailed together,
but the rusty nail holding them together
was loose, almost broken, allowing
the pieces of wood to swivel
at right angles. We suspected it
must have been something
for a sports game, or perhaps to hang
a scarecrow in the garden. We couldn’t
bring ourselves to throw it out, but

it remains a mystery.


Jerry said...

Many many poems could be written about estate sales. Some would hang together be a rusty nail.

Jerry said...

*by...sheesh...I need a comment editor. :)

Grace Brodhurst-Davis said...

Nice poem that captures the essence of what is going on: one cannot possibly know everything about someone, especially someone close to us. Some things will always remain a mystery -carried to the grave. Could it also mean unfinished business? Things left unsaid?

S. Etole said...

I like the pondering left in this one.

nance said...


Tracy Krauss said...

I also enjoyed the pondering at the end. You captured it...