She used to sell
just about everything
to make ends meet
The many things
we sat on
played with
ate from
and wore
All reminders
that nothing
is permanent
Nothing stays
the same
We'd watch our stuff
get picked over
We'd watch them
try to haggle her
but she never showed
desperation
You'd never see
the loss
in her eyes
as money
exchanged hands
And just like that . . .
ours became theirs
-December 2014