Sealed comic books,
prized baseball cards,
collectors nook,
under his guard.
Old postal stamps,
valuable coins,
under bright lamps,
brought his heart joy.
Just one lost piece,
ruins the bunch,
removed his peace,
like a swift punch.
Searched ever high,
dug deep and low,
focused both eyes,
precisely slow.
Hung his head down,
stared at his feet,
right on the ground,
lost item greets.
All tension broke,
felt bliss compiled,
he grabbed a coke,
and wore a smile.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #226 hosted by Fandango
