The bureau

The Bureau

A woman with a positive disposition

Placed a picture of her family on top of a bureau.

She put notes from past lovers in the bureau.

She turned on the desk lamp on top of the bureau.

And there on the bureau rested a deck of playing cards

With the Ace of Hearts on top.

Sounds of the tea kettle whistling from the kitchen

The jingling of the bell as her canine companion waltzed by

All this she put in the bureau.

Memories of past mistakes, past wrongs, she put in the bureau.

Postcards from her travels she placed in the bureau.

People she could forgive and people she could never forgive she put in the bureau.

All the pain in her life and all the joy she put into the bureau.

Her dreams, goals, morals, and ambitions all went into the bureau.

A plate of French toast, potatoes augratin, and bacon she put on the bureau.

The sight from her tired eyes she put in the bureau.

The warmth of the sun from her bedroom window went in the bureau.

A collection of Shakespeare’s greatest works

Along with Edgar Allen Poe’s went into the bureau.

Her love of life she placed on the bureau.

A stuffed dog named “FiFi” she placed on the bureau.

A bottle filled with seashells and sand

Along with a tired out music box went in the bureau.

Locks from her auburn hair she cut off

They fell into the bureau.

Music, a country tune, drifted from the radio into the bureau.

She set a goldfish named “fruit roll up” in his bowl on top of the bureau.

The bureau held it all.

It did not topple or collapse.

She stepped back and locked at the pieces of her life.

She noticed there was much more to put in the bureau.