Without Wheels

Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels...

Such treasures themselves for the memories they held.

Skippered with no regard to a life-time of service,

disposed of - as I myself have been disposed of...

Perhaps a keen eye will fall over the rubbish bin’s wall

and take you home, give you a new life, if only

as under-bed storage.  Or repainted in bright colours

to hold precious memories - like I did.  Not wanting

the finality of ‘throwing away’ mum and dad, two

well-worn suitcases proudly sit in our lounge now

re-vamped, with children’s toys sharing in a new life

through the lives of my precious grand-children,

seeing their excited faces every time they lift the lid

to sort through and grab some treasure of their own. 

The painted, bright-coloured flowers will never fade.