Dust Collector’s She collects them as a child accumulates dolls. Indiscriminately, with no concern for value or taste. Gaudy trinkets, each a keepsake to be looked back on when memories begin to fade. Kept in untidy corners of her life, they gather dusty cobwebs; now and then she wipes them clean. Wondering why she even bothers--she meant nothing to them, even though she tried. Specters of love misplaced trust, hope or expectations. She gave all for nothing yet she keeps them. Reminders of what she doesn’t want? Or re-affirmation, proof that she exists-- beyond her own reality. That once she touched a life other than her own. And so, she’ll keep them, dust collector’s all. Graci copyright 2000 -- Lorrie S. Workman Return To Graci's Poetry Page