Looking through boxes,
Rummaging through bags,
Scouring cupboards,
Searching for my treasure of youth.
No, it holds no great monetary worth,
Really its nothing but a novelty.
Red and White soup can labels exchanged for it,
Cherub-faced little boy stamped at the bottom.
That was me back then,
Before time changed things.
Like me, its glaze has weathered,
Whiteness has turned yellow with age.
Its smooth skin is showing cracks,
The pristine edge flawed and jagged
Still it serves its purpose as designed.
My Campbell’s Soup bowl–chipped,
Would be trash to many,
But to me it is a priceless treasure.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Tuesdays Conundrum 11 March by Jez Farmer at The Boi Poet blog
Dom DiFrancesco 
No man can put a price on another’s treasure.
How very true that is. When I think about it it really is quite amazing. :)
Beauty and meaning found in a comparison of such a simple thing. Wonderful poetry as always.
Thank you very much.
The things that we see as treasures…
:)
That’s for sure. It’s amazing isn’t it. :)
Indeed. :)
What a sweet remembrance!
It certainly is. :)
This really made me smile as I have a very chipped tea cup which belonged to my great grandma – nothing would make me part with it.
I understand completely, It’s amazing how something so small, something most other people would regard as rubbish could turn out to hold so much value.
I have a lot of empathy with this, magical history and so many memories in those bags and boxes, a true wealth of experience that we neglect, will our children understand our legacy? I keep meaning to make notes to leave in the bags and boxes to explain why it was important to keep, its funny how we can’t let go of some things, even small things that are painful to recall but simultaneously delicious to reacquaint oneself with. There’s another poem here somewhere, Dom, thanks for sharing and sincere best wishes.
Same to you my friend. It is odd how sometimes the littlest things can mean so much more than things of true monetary value. I know that my kids, at this point in their lives wouldn’t understand. I can only hope that someday they will.