Like an old journal ,
packed with memories of old
and hopes of new ;
treasures to hold on to,
[delicate silks wrapped in acid free paper]
they say that will preserve them;
for who knows, what is old will become new again,
waste not-want not, so I shove it into a tiny space;
room is becoming sparse now,
but order is not all that important;
all I need to know is that I am well prepared
for any occasion that might arise.
A woman can never have too many dresses or shoes,
especially if she lives in a place
where there are seasons of four.
Just one word of advice
-wear a hardhat when opening the door-
Adding your comment:
Thanks . Re four seasons though
. I do believe we no longer have them either.....we have HOTTTTTTTT summer and sem to go right into COOOOOOOOOOOld winter as of late. Things her still the same. I do believe I might be in Texas for a week or two next month.The Witch is turnining even more into a B...., and I have to take all the blame I placed on Tom there for awhile away again. I believe he really is at the point of absolutely no longer caring [can not blame him]. He is so glad that I finally understand and see....so it is just a matter now of riding the bumps out with as little dammage as possible,
I can really relate to that!