Sweet Imagism

Nana's dresser
cracked white paint with
gilding rubbed thin
glass bottles of Opi stand
like multicolored soldiers
Inside
the smell of old lady lavender
utilitarian beige bra
and underneath, her stash
hundreds of little pink packets
Sweet n Low

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Imagism

Sugar

Playing dress-up

With Nana's jewelery

When I was a kid

Rooting through dresser drawers

For baubles and trinkets

To pose in front of her gilded mirror

Tucked away

Under some handkerchiefs and scarves

And the ever present scented soap

I spy an old shoebox

A treasure too tempting for little hands

Not to open

Inside I find

Not money

Or jewels

Or even boring, old letters

But packets of sugar

Probably hundreds of them

Like the kind they have at restaurants

I run to Nana

Giggling

Ask why do you have a bunch of sugar 

In a box

In your dresser?

I don't remember exactly what she said

But it was something like

"Just in case."


written for May Poetry Challenge, Sugar, Verse in a Nutshell