Collecting

We all have things we like a lot,

From shoes to pens, salt shakers. Pots,

Those things for which we’ve great affections,

Will often end up in collections.

 

Our DIL has got a spot

For hippos. Them, she loves a lot!

My aunt saved shakers: pepper, salt,

There, on display, she would exalt.

 

And Husby gathers statues, true,

Each carved of wood—of wooden hue,

He also has a game of chess,

From every place we’ve been, I’d guess.

 

My dad had clocks: handmade and fine,

My mom had recipes divine,

My sister: beaus; my girlfriend: clothes,

A neighbour: finest books of prose.

 

One thing I’ll point out—yes, I must,

Is this: collections gather dust,

Now, if you love them, you don’t mind,

But that’s just not how I’m designed!

 

So my collection’s not like theirs,

No using dusters fine as hairs,

No need to re-arrange and shift,

No rejects to retire, re-gift.

I think that mine’s the best of all,

With figures short and figures tall,

Of diff’rent colours, weights. (And lids…)

The things that I love most—my kids!

 

Part of my collection...

Each month Karen's awesome little group of poets chooses a theme...

Then heads to our computers to rhyme!

This month’s theme: Collections

Treat yourself and see what the others have done!

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