One wall holds trinkets
garnered from vendors
little tents along alleyways
in valleys and on beaches
of lands far and near

One wall holds baskets and gadgets
and things mundane to others
yet most dearly loved by me,
colors overlapping into an organized chaos within my vivid imagination.

One wall holds items necessary
to living, a knife block, a shelf
and a tray. A spice rack resides there and a hook for fancy towels to dry wet hands and a pad for lifting hot things.

One wall holds dear, photo memories
of the life that was lived. Babies born, marriages complete, children now
parents themselves and flowers long gone, but all will live on within me.