Open lid
Touch my past
In modest objects
Shabby relics
Some made by hand
Most by machine
Some handled daily
By parents long dead
His wallet
Her gloves
Two stuffed toys
Chaotic infancy
Toddlerhood farmed out
To loving aunt’s
Refuge from home storms
My first Kodak brownie
Arty college portrait
By boyfriend’s exotic bro-in-law
Boxed for so long
Let ’em breathe
Somewhere
New home
Light them, air them
Leave the lid open
For now
Suz at Large 