The prompt was A Stack of Boxes

A Stack of Boxes

Big ones, tall ones
fat ones, slim ones
Some hold secrets,
some hold messes,
what is in them
takes several guesses.

Gramma’s attic
we cleaned last night,
and Papa’s tool shed-
what a sight!

What do we throw?
and what to keep?
Memories abound
there are tears to weep.

The dumpster’s full
our heart even more
as we carry a load
to the second-hand store…

We each have a remnant
a personal treasure,
priceless to us,
its’ worth we can’t measure.

A stack of boxes
ordinary to many
but to us who value them
they’d cost a pretty penny

Judie Miller