One narrow drawer . . .

for putting in.
taking out.

Three corroded pennies.

One pale yellow
Tupperware bottle cap.

One hair comb.
stuck in teeth.

One black and white
turned grays
dime store photostrip.

absent scent.

Seven holy cards.

Lipstick bottom
almost empty

left behinds.


Written for day 3 of my poetry mentor’s March 21 Day Challenge online poetry class. We are to write a poem of short lines with many stanzas.

10 thoughts on “One narrow drawer . . .

    • lillian March 6, 2017 / 11:27 am

      I call mine a junk drawer. But my mother’s, this was a special one.


  1. Victoria C. Slotto March 5, 2017 / 7:23 pm

    Oh, Lillian. Were you with me when I cleaned out my dear mother’s drawers…holy cards and all. This one got to me!

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    • lillian March 5, 2017 / 7:25 pm

      I cleaned out my mother’s apartment in 1998. I’ll remember always her “treasures” that I found.


    • lillian March 5, 2017 / 7:28 pm

      …and I didn’t mention the soft oblong silk envelope container that held her handkerchiefs, which she hadn’t used in many years. She also had a similar pouch with cloth gloves, white, buttercup yellow.


      • Victoria C. Slotto March 5, 2017 / 7:44 pm

        Doubly spooky. Yes, some lovely calfskin gloves. It was hard to let go of things. And everything she had smelled like Tea Rose or Jean Patou’s Joy. I brought a small dresser back here that she used for all her underwear, slips etc. Every now and again I catch the scent of roses. Geez.

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