I am excited that I wrote more poetry this month. This one I wrote at the beginning of the month. I just reread it, and I’m not sure what to think about it.
Wedding Registry
A high school friend is getting married.
Viewing her wedding registry online,
not much has changed in nearly 4 years.
The same wooden serving bowl
the retail employee labeled as “had to have.”
We shot it too with the registry gun.
My definition of need has changed.
A bed frame - cracked during a move - can wait to be replaced.
Beautiful curtains - 100% necessary when it blocks out 99% of light.
Inventory changes over the years.
Stored baby bottles and nursing pump.
Toys in the living room.
Books overflowing our shelves.
Clothes I’ve held onto with false hope now in a donation pile.
I pull out the wooden serving bowl
deep within the bottom cabinet.
Find the serving spoons
in the tiny awkward drawer we never open.
Hasn’t changed much in 4 years;
barely a scratch.
I’ll pass it on to the new bride
Wedding Registry
A high school friend is getting married.
Viewing her wedding registry online,
not much has changed in nearly 4 years.
The same wooden serving bowl
the retail employee labeled as “had to have.”
We shot it too with the registry gun.
My definition of need has changed.
A bed frame - cracked during a move - can wait to be replaced.
Beautiful curtains - 100% necessary when it blocks out 99% of light.
Inventory changes over the years.
Stored baby bottles and nursing pump.
Toys in the living room.
Books overflowing our shelves.
Clothes I’ve held onto with false hope now in a donation pile.
I pull out the wooden serving bowl
deep within the bottom cabinet.
Find the serving spoons
in the tiny awkward drawer we never open.
Hasn’t changed much in 4 years;
barely a scratch.
I’ll pass it on to the new bride