Antiques

Driving down the road we passed
A shop that said “Antiques.”
It contained some treasures that
An antique lover seeks:

Rocking chairs with seats of cane,
Plates of blue-toned glass,
Books and tools and jewelry,
All things on which I’d pass.

Toys and dolls and cooking pots,
Radios and frames,
And some unfamiliar things
For which I had no names.

Still, it’s fun to sift and browse;
Nostalgia plays its part.
We’re reminded of a time
These trifles do impart.

So we might splurge to recreate
A moment in our past
That, though it’s gone, has left behind
A relic that will last.

An antiques store encourages
Some pleasant reminiscing.
Who knew that flowered sugar bowl
Was just what we were missing?