Going, Going, Gone

The tag sale, after all of the weeks of sorting, sighing and sobbing,
was kind of bittersweet.
Just days ago, we were living amongst nanny's old jewels,
my folks' prized furniture and my dad's old-time seltzer bottles and tools;
the grill, the backyard furniture, the lace table cloths.
Though we had made our peace with having to part with most of it, it was a day of revisiting the years that we spent growing up in this house.
My drawings are few- after a little while, I had to leave.