warm sun
heralding a good day
sparrows
© Rachel Green May 2021
Dad was a hoarder.
Not in the modern,
"Can't move through the house" definition,
but in the stockpiles of things
stored in sheds and garages.
Crates of nuts and bolts (rusty)
tools and ladders;
bits of wood and old picture frames
(Mum was swindled out of these
when she trusted the man to 'pop back with the money')
stone, bricks and roofing tiles
and endless boxes of odd hardware
'that might come in useful.'
It's been hard to kick the habit
I inherited from him
and yesterday I repaired the back gate
with salvaged wood.
© Rachel Green May 2021
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