Waste Not
My parents still own a VCR
and a handful of tapes one has to rewind.
A small window of found time, a machine
you can hear working.
Mom says, "Why would we get rid of it?
It still works, and the kids like the shows."
It's Winnie the Pooh. The youngest is ten.
But I get it. We like to be prepared
and we tend to fill our spaces.
Dig through the closets and the boxes
stacked high in the garage, and you
are likely to find a lot that has been
left behind- a wooden tennis racket, 45s.
You might find a buckeye that was picked up
off the ground thirty years ago, or the colander
they got as a gift for their wedding.
There are even items that began life
with my grandparents. Survivors. Memories
piled behind closed doors- too good to be let go.
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