At the Storage Building

We’ve brought some wooden chairs,

In pieces, glue dried out,

To the storage shed at Golden Pines,

Metal repository for life’s archives,

A kind of purgatory of possessions,

Awaiting their time to come around again:

My mother’s walker, her wheelchair;

The board games our girls once loved—

Philip will be able to enjoy them soon.

The chairs, which could be fixed, I guess,

Join a roomful, floor to ceiling, of

Things one doesn’t feel quite up to

Dealing with just now:

At length, of course, someone will.

Robert Demaree is the author of four collections of poems, including Fathers and Teachers, (April 2007) and Mileposts (October 2009), both published by Beech River Books. The winner of the 2007 Conway, N.H., Library Poetry Award, he is a retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire. He has had over 400 poems published or accepted by 100 periodicals. For further information see http://www.demareeepoetry.blogspot.com .