Charity Shop, oh charity shops! Refusing to enter with childish strops.
A youth spent outside, utterly embarrassed.
Now I relish in what I can find to cherish.
Spastic society, Humana -and Oxfam;
My worst enemies with me and my Nan.
For she would be proud in what I have learnt
From her antique knowledge a value I have earned.
As I walk in your footsteps with musty whiffs
of things discarded in charitable gifts.
I cannot replace the love in an object bought
Yet begin to hoard memories and thoughts
‘One mans junk is another’s treasure’
I miss holding your second hand
Nan your love stays with me forever
I’ll never give it away to another nor will find it on a shelf.
I have you in my heart I carry you in it.
Bag it up , wrap it for it is precious
Stay with me until my end
And I shall give it to you first hand in hand
When we shall meet again at heavens door
Where I will search no more.
Damien Arness- Dalton.