Repulsive place for those of means
Discarded items no one would keep
Forgotten memories covered by dust
A wedding dress, yellow and distressed.
Grandpa's old books no one would read
The family china used for so long
Wide-eyed dolls that seem to cry
For one more child to take them home.
A welcomed outlet for certain souls
Brimming with treasures at every turn
Children that cherish outdated toys
Mothers that find some faded clothes.
Those were the places I knew so well
Gardens of objects begging for love.
Those that envisioned walked in your door
Making us happy for a small price
Treasured mementos of times gone by.