I cannot remember
in what century I started
only you will know where I will end
In the hands of a potter my form charted
in fine french porcelain he could depend
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crated or hands carried me
though dropped a long time ago
I travelled across continent and sea
it was I guess my destiny
to become part of your large family
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a grandmother’s wish and dream
to a young bride’s dowry
your taste has changed it seems
or is it loving memory
of a woman who gazed 50 years at me
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more than 2 decades I grin
you have set me apart
never mind that I don’t fit in
for I always do in your heart
that I will always remember
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This very old piece of pottery never fit in with my other antiques but I have learned to love it all the same.
What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.
DP prompt for today – Antique Antics
Wonderful, Leslie I’m so happy to know you.
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aww me too
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Leslie, you nailed it….I belonged to my grandma too and I thank God for her, she saved me. I adore “a woman who gazed fifty years at me”……and that you always fit in her heart. Sigh. Beautifully done!!
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I have a number of antiques which I’ve collected over the years…one of my favorites is an old pump organ that’s well over a 100 years old…and still plays. 🙂
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Some beautiful lines in your poem. I agree with the beauty of ‘fifty years gazed at me’ so well done.
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Lovely, lovely, lovely! 🙂 Lovely!
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I collect skeleton keys because they tell me stories
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Love the poem. It gives me a nostalgic feeling. My childhood blanket is the oldest thing I own. It was given to me even before I was born, so it’s older than me. It’s has a torn corner (my cheeky brother snipped it off) but I still love it and use it most nights 🙂
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