Voices on the Wind
by Andrea Williams Reed
Door knob rattles, hinges squeak,
Vintage smells escape into the air.
Once a treasure trove for dress-up
And exploring as children
Now part trinkets, part history.
Special occasion outfits, with sequence
Hats, belts, and leather wallets.
Ties and belt buckles
Clothing once new and romantic,
Now period and dated,
Fluffy quilts, scratchy afghans and bumpy lace,
Rich textures to touch.
Wall hangings and prints,
That never made it to the wall.
Outdated appliances, and electronics,
Shoved aside for the latest models.
Crib sheet, baby hats,
Baseball and glove, tennis racquet and ball,
Pictures of the living and the departed,
Of those, always older than you,
Looking out, with younger than you
Faces, with more hair, thinner bodies
All clad in vintage clothing
How full our circle has truly been,
How it is shrinking now with time,
Diplomas, certificates, awards and trophies,
Report cards, and yearbooks,
Love letters, and thank you notes.
Newspaper clippings, invitations,
Birth, wedding, and death certificates
Paper yellow and brittle to the touch
What over achievers we have been,
Yet each marked moments,
Of pride, accomplishment, or heart break
Each item found its way in
By a different route, some gifted,
Some purchased with the best
Often moved over, pushed aside,
Stacked upon each other, or covered up,
Still always room for one more.