What Writers Don’t Know

We wandered through the thrift store
Searching for a treasure
Something to remind us
Of this day we spent together

Season in transition
Cooler days bid cozy garb
We were far from the familiar
Surely something fabulous
Would jump right in my arms

But like the gray mist clouds I spied
Rising ‘tween soaked somber leaves
Past and present stood side by side
My soul felt a longing breeze, a bit bereaved

A pair of jeans would be so nice
The ones I wear are years to old
Now I paw through memories unknown
Curves and gestures embed a mold

Trinkets once I’d grab to cherish
My children now too late to please
Years swallowed up the childish toys
No more did I want, no more did I need

Is contentment free of mourning
This giving and taking, losing and winning
Beauty in the ugliness and forsaken
What price will I pay for the painting

One came to earth from glory’s realm
Rags to riches how in vain I brag
He shed His garb of royal robe
Arrayed Himself in earthly rags

Clothed in all my poverty
So I one day would know my worth
Oh would life be different now
If I had known this at my birth

I did return with treasures more
Than man-made fibers will ever impart
A token for a faithful friend
Some chocolate to sweeten a grieving heart

The rain stopped the view was clear
I watched the fog still dancing on the dying leaves

Dversepoets.com Lillian wants us to look up the hit song on the day of our birthday. Mine was Rags to riches by Tony Bennet. Never heard of it. I listened and suddenly the prompt fit perfectly with my day trip in the rain yesterday.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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14 Responses to What Writers Don’t Know

  1. davidkitz says:

    Great poetry about a Great Savior! Thanks.

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  2. msjadeli says:

    The title and the poem go very well together. Nice how that happened!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. sanaarizvi says:

    This is such a poignant write, Mary! I resonate with; “One came to earth from glory’s realm/Rags to riches how in vain I brag/He shed His garb of royal robe/Arrayed Himself in earthly rags.”💝💝

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  4. lillian says:

    Ah yes….I’ve spent many a time “thrifting” as my grand daughter now calls shopping in second-hand stores. In my youth, my mom and I did this because she couldn’t afford going to the department stores. Now-a-days, many people do it for that reason. But many also do it for recycling, being kind to the environment, and to have fun searching for that hidden treasure 🙂
    I enjoyed this very much.

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    Thrift/antique stores always encourage a walk down memory lane as we see items that remind us of people and things long past. I loved your poem!

    Like

  6. Love what you did here… life is so much more than riches or rags…

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