I spy with my little eye:
The first book I ever read,
The ball in a hoop I’d shoot before bed,
The artists I loved when I was 10, 11, 12,
The evil eye that’s blue on the very bottom shelve.
My shot glasses from all over the place,
A post card from Antigua and a pencil case,
A heart from my boyfriend’s sisters,
Two puppies that I both considered misters.
A tea pot from my grandmother,
A photo frame that is like no other,
That rubix cube I have yet to figure out,
That astronomy book I’m so knowledgeable about,
Chocolate tea that is still in its box,
A penny jar from Chios that’s heavy as a rock,
A palm from Sunday of five years ago,
My first toy that I loved, the color of snow.
A bar of olive oil soap from Greece,
The sand from my island on Myrtos Beach,
A button from my first visit to Disney World,
More and more books with the pages curled.