
Collecting
Coming into this world
someone inked my feet
placed them on a birth certificate
proof, of my identity.
When I was just a baby
I was put on my first pony
I cried when it was over
I had my first love affair.
Blank, like the paper in front of me
I was given a rainbow in a box
I crayoned my world with colors
no one could stop me.
Playing outside in the alley
I searched through the gravel
finding a glittering diamond
delighted, I pocketed it.
Starting school I learned to read
the Adventures Of Dick And Jane
outgrowing toys I picked up books
I started to write my own stories.
I fell in love with a wonderful man
we got married under an azure sky
after 20 long years we parted ways
the sorrow of that never left me.
I found a silver thimble when my father died
a professional wrestler, he embroidered
matadors, bulls and flowers on satin
it was too big for my finger.
One by one these memories I hoard
a collection of recollections of times reflected
a life spent experiencing every milestone
continuing until death will come to collect me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and dVerse~Poets Pub.