I’ve always loved vintage, rustic, or distressed furniture. When I look at it, my mind imagines all the stories it can tell me. Maybe an old dresser survived many family generations or a porch swing was the place for many marriage proposals.

When we lived in Florida, I was able to collect a lot of antique pieces and I loved to bring them out especially around the holidays. I’d proudly display them on our mantle in the living room. It made me happy to see these trinkets everyday.

This inspired me to write this poem below:

Old Maybe…But Not Out

You may have many scars from old age
Torn paper on every page
You look like you’ve been left behind
But I still see your beauty with every blemish I find

You still have purpose and meaning
It doesn’t matter if you’re barely leaning
You possess a maturity not found easily today
Compared to the competition, you’ll win any day

I love how you’ve stood the test of time
You speak loudly though you appear like a mime
Others may call you old, outdated, and antique
But to me, you’ve got character, life, and you’re anything but weak.
  ~ Kim McDougal