After a cleanout frenzy today,
we gave away the wooden blocks,
the ones kept in the big wicker
basket on the coat closet floor,
the ones all three of you used
to build bridges and houses and
roads, the ones that little boy
with the chubby fingers ran
his matchbox cars over, the ones
his sisters used to build towers
and let him knock them down,
setting off infectious laughter.
It was bittersweet to give them
away, but none of you wanted them.
I would like to think some lucky child
will be thrilled when his mother snaps
them up at the Goodwill on Broad.
That child will not see the fingerprints
of our children, grandchildren, great
nieces and nephews or mine,
but they are all there and hold
so many memories of those
precious times when you were
all so young and full of joy.
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