We baby boomers all have memories of key events in our lives, sometimes even mementos— of everything from crises like wars and assassinations to the good ol’ days of the Beatles, of muscle cars, of the first landing on the moon. Well, BoomerCafé’s award-winning Poet-In-Resident Harriet Shenkman of Westchester, New York, whose newest published work is “Teetering,” (you can get it by clicking on this link, and then on “Bookstore”) has written of her own memories and mementos in this poem entitled “The Sapphire, The Muff and Monopoly.”
The Sapphire, the Muff, and Monopoly
I was thrilled with a rabbit muff
for my sixth birthday.
I stroked the silky white fur,
plunged my hands into its warmth,
felt like Jackie O in muff
matched to fur trimmed boots.
I passed Go on the Monopoly board
for my next birthday,
collected two hundred dollars,
acquired tiny houses and hotels,
a gloating Donald Trump.
Kate in the halls of Windsor,
Nefertiti tempting Charlton Heston.
The sapphire was pure glass,
the fur muff a fake, the pastel money
useless for the rent.
Still, I keep the fur in a cedar closet,
the paper money in a bank vault,
the glass jewel in a velvet-lined box
to remind me of when I was
the center of someone’s universe.