I bought this trunk years ago
at an antique store
and it’s still one of my favorite things
in my house.
Estimated to be at least 100 years old,
I know it has so many stories to tell!
You can see layers of paint,
from a deep red to a gray-blue,
and the inside still smells
like a curious blend of cedar and alcohol.
Every groove, dent and split
in the wood makes me wonder
where it’s been.
I will never really know,
but I’m glad it’s found its way to us.
