Goodwill Roses

Years ago when I was a young Mom, my Mother in law got me hooked on thrift store shopping. On Mondays at the local Am-vets everything in the store was 1/2 price. Guess who was there every Monday! I clothed my family and furnished our home with an eclectic mix of thrift store finds, homemade delights, and trash to treasure works of art. Well, at least that's how I saw it, I was born to be a homemaking Mom! Over the years as pennies needed to be pinched, I gave up even the thrift stores. Shopping became self inflicted torture as I denied myself the little beauties I wished I could take home with me. Occasionally however, the need wells up inside of me to "hunt", I must search out until I find , a treasure! So when I spotted the sofa size picture of pale roses in a lustrous silver tureen, complete with a gilded vintage frame, I reasonably decided against the purchase. It was frivolous and unnecessary, and where would I put it anyway. I lost a good nights sleep over that decision, but, I gained a poem, and when the store opened their door the next morning I was there to buy that picture!

Goodwill Roses

My beautiful crystal clock ticks
undetectably by day,
as I almost absent mindedly
rush on about my way.
Passing time without much
thought to what may lie ahead,
fulfilling daily tasks, the day
is spent, I go to bed.
In the dark my mind is on
a silver dish of roses,
that I will have to purchase
in the morning I supposes!
The once silent little timepiece,
now clearly states it's mission,
keeping me at 3:00 am
for lovely roses wishin'.
Frivolous the thought that
occupies this early hour,
when I should be asleep
I am enchanted with a flower!
P.J.