PACKING
I recall as clear as day...
It seems like only yesterday.....
My open suitcase lying in wait
For a most stupendous date.
I was off to college, all alone,
An adult, free and on my own!
The idea was heady, promising much,
New friends, new places, love and such.
Our 'front room' was the ideal place
To store a young adventurer's case.
It was rarely used, so the case stood there,
Open, and seemingly, aware
Of the place it held in a young girl's dreams.
Imbued with magic, now, it seems.
Every time something new was bought.....
A hairbrush or something of the sort;
New stockings or a bar of soap,
All became symbols of wild hope
That life was going to be so exciting!
The suitcase itself became inviting!
And the smell is something I can't forget!
The scent of newness! It's with me yet!
Every item a novelty.
Each one created just for me.
I'd creep to the room and merely sniff,
As if, as if, as if, as if ......
I could breathe in future days of glory
And write an ending to my story,
An ending involving eternal bliss!
Only the very young think like this!
The scent wore off as all scents do,
Now everything is old, not new.
But still a smile comes to my face
When I recall my first suitcase.
An even earlier memory here:
