Colors Shelved

My husband is a songwriter

Our marriage ain’t that good

Just read the lyrics in his book

Thinking that it could work out

I’m not sure now it should

We have these plans we make for ourselves

A future we see in our heads

Sometimes we put things on a shelf

Or lock them up instead

I’ve always been a collector of sorts

All colors of the rainbow

The people I surround myself with are much the same

And for that, I hold no sorrow

Friends, colleagues, or family

Don’t matter what you are to me

Like each antique one can’t just replace

My collection is shelved for the world to see

That is my brave face

Pyrex, Jadeite, Fire-King, McKee

These things make me happy

From flower frogs to vintage signs,

Memories with Shih and Glyne

Randy, Brian, Dwayne, and Terra

Of my favorites: the ephemera

Colors hang not in my closet

Black is my color of choice

I am like a little black notebook

Simple and prim and devoid of noise.

For that is how I hide all the things

so no one can see within.