A trinket in an old box,
A ripped gift with a tattered bow,
A pair of once white socks,
And a sewing machine on which I can't sew.

A pair of shoes that'd been worn on tiny feet,
A lock from the first cutting of hair,
A funny-smelling car seat,
And a board game with some wear and tear.

A birthday card that I forgot to shred,
An album of musty photographs from my grandparents' days,
A knit blankie that has a loose thread,
And a tape that no longer plays.

Some may call it hoarding,
But I call it collecting.

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Did I just unknowingly write a Shakespearean sonnet?
*self-five*

7/27/2017