Dad and Mom's old bed frame.
It's for a full size mattress.
We have only queen size and larger
Here.
Notice the two broken circles
In the smaller, foot end.
I was taking it to my truck to
Add to some brush that
Was
Going to the dump.
Suddenly I thought, "Probably many of
Us
Were conceived while this
Framed the events."
Strange thought, I know, but how
True.
I was already sad about junking it.
My sadness was then tinged by
Nostalgia, by
An attack of sentimentality.
But the thought came to me, "Oh
Don't be such a fool, you
Jackass!
It's just a broken down remnant
From the '50s."
Another voice told me to
Write a poem about it.
I finally settled on sharing the
Moment with
My siblings,
For what it's worth,
For what it's worth...
And that is
my poem
Good bye old frame;
Old flame of
Forgotten fame.
