Spring Cleaning

My daughter says everything in this house
has its own story
from great-grandmother’s quilt
and mother’s ruby depression glass
to things I once unwrapped
from white paper and ribbon
reserved for wedding gifts.

Each spring, when I open the house
to clean and wash and rearrange
I remember the stories
and whisper them away with the dust
to make the ghosts more comfortable.

©2010, Janet Taliaferro

2 thoughts on “Spring Cleaning

  1. I like this poem. I think it’s the grandparents house in Wisconsin and probably, simultaneously yours.

    I didn’t know you had a website! I have one too.

    Stay warm!

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