I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

In my domain of hierarchy, and prominently eloquent grace, I wish to denote several key factors involving an elaborate appreciation of ecstasy. One need not Irish at all to love such a delicate piece of art. About 5 inches tall with the kettle lid, this fine, fine cutie was listed as “office stuff” in a reinforced boot box. Since I am down here by the basement-bar, (part of a Rush song. I had met Geddy once back in 1964, or so) I felt that those little lover dolls, of spritely joy and merriment, would look just right. Right here where I am sitting. In addition to the new clover set, I picked up a small rose quartet, and a silver-plated keepsake trio, from Bemidji. Those two tiny servers are faux kettles, with a shimmering serving tray. Those beauties also work as salt, and pepper shakers. My gold rimmed wizard plates won’t scan. The one that I did manage of a ship, looks like shoes too. Since Mother had gone to see her 100 yr. old sister, she hasn’t had a chance to check out the new decor. She totally freaked when I took the red scissors off of the bearded Captain’s back, replacing that with a fun red goodie sack. I am now at the crossroads. That would be somewhere in between The GoodWill, and then secretly the attic. Each of the tiny charms, sitting now in the mirrored framing, just to my left, should be individually wrapped for protection. How could such a charitable organization properly present my coolest of the cool, keepsakes, and treasures. Well, after saving $110.00 monthly with the smaller storage unit, within 5 to 10 years, I will have gotten over my gifting of these wonderous glories. In my mature appreciation of such acts I will rise above the lure, and entrapments of minor material goods. Although the one wizard does have a diamond at the end of his wand, and when a certain light hits it just……….Alas. In freeing myself from the trappings of my past, I ready myself for an afterlife of mystical and fabulous wonder!

Rich boutiques grow gently from the vine, bathed in such an eloquence, these baubles are now mine, in placid scenes within an innocent day, filled now with trifles, and idleness, while being florally intertwined, the flow of graceful life is set, in an innocent’s dreams of love and yet……………