01 March, 2009

Wicker Baskets

She took the wicker baskets back
It really makes no sense
It seems a little spiteful
Though, I'll say in her defense...

It cannot have been easy
Collecting all those things
Belongings tied to memories
And all the pain they bring

She took the wicker baskets back
What use could they have had?
For Easter eggs? Or balls of yarn?
More likely she was mad

Perhaps they were a symbol
Of nurturing or care
And she took them 'cause she could not find
The box of snorkeling gear

She took the wicker baskets
That organized our mail
Now postcards, bills, and envelopes
Are strewn across the table

Don't know what she was thinking
And expect I never will...

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