collections

i went to an estate sale today as i looked around and listened to the buyers that filled the room i was filled with feelings that brought on the writing that follows....Collections, We have our collections throughout our lives starting with the many pages of artwork drawn for us by our little paccasos. To the never ending shelves filled with those nickknacks we couldnt turn away. As our lives move on, we collect. Collect for ourselves, Collect for our children. The piles grow. Suddenly out from what starts as a beautiful day, comes the darkness, the sadness, where we are no more, or left taken from our familiar surroundings therefore leaving all our collections. All those items we cherished so dearly to be dusted off and put on display for all to pick. Some items which are kept from the heart bare no price. Photos of childhood days cast in beautiful frames. Lacy coverings which draped the tables at a family meal.  Our home fills, one by one, people dredge through baring no mind to the heart in which each item has a string. As each item is removed from its place in hopes of purchase, there becomes an unsettling cloud of crudeness, as the bargain hunters become unhappy as to see a price in which is far to lowly marked already, they do not see this. Lower they say,Lower, as they move from room to room collecting in their arms each memory. Will they build their own? For this i hope. Moving last to the ending of the day, the rooms are bare. Each dream, each happieness in a new home. Appreciate my life i ask. Cherish each item, love it as i did, till your time. Its then dusted off and moved on to anothers Collection.....