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Gloria called that big old black rack a curio

cabinet I believe

but I truly didn't know

you see a child you can so easily deceive

she kept all her little keep sake treasures locked up

on that dust free rack of shelves

there was a little blond boy with his dog

a lady reading in a chair

and a couple of playful little ornery elves

I was enthralled, charmed and captivated

I would always stare at her curio as for her daughter

then my best play mate I waited

sometimes across the glass my hand I surreptitiously skated

the history behind each piece she from time to time

would disclose

that for but a minute would keep me sweetly sated

all those beautiful shiny creatures had had other homes

before they came to be locked up proudly in her tender most care

the one question that burned in my mind was

but from exactly where?

who but she would want a homely fishing boy with

bright orange hair

a lovely porcelain swan that no one wanted

now that I found hard to take in

where did that lovely white swan swim

just who had it and where had it been

and I would ask myself these countless questions

again and again

and fantasies of me with these glass figures would

swirl around behind my closed lids and spin

I ran into her oldest son just the other day

that encounter inspired this poem

you see it was what it was about his mother

he had to say

Gloria was well and still loved being a home maker

she now has ten times as many trinkets and treasures

as she did then

but the keeping them all dusted off was about to

break her....................

( written Sept 29,1991 am)