A Parade of Collectibles
The children sit quietly while I begin
To spin a story of my collectibles.
Elephants of all sizes
Appear in a close herd.
Squatted and colorfully adorned.
Next to the stocky solid brass mother
And the silver long trunked baby.
Metal replicas from Kenya, Sri Lanka, Vietnam.
Then comes the miniature giraffe
Found lost in a bin of trinkets.
Now regally towering the formation.
Slips of elegance as the
Glass menagerie of a butterfly
A shrouded women stands tall
And the wooden ballerina dances on
Her toes.
All to bells that toll
For the Buddhas as they come
To meditate.
Some smile; others sit stone faced
One clear glassed with a plug-in,
lights the way.
Another time,
I’ll tell a story
Of the miniature closet with clay molded clothes
Or the ringing of healing bowls.
But today’s parade
Retires to the top shelf
Away from the toddler’s hands
Silenced until another time.
It’s nice to look back on what collectible stays with us. I loved to hear to hear from you. You can
find me at http://www.abberolnick.com
