Precious Things

The room is full of ancient things,
each with a story,
a history now lost over time
and neglect, each
almost precious but only to those
who see the magic. .

About this poem.

We are perfect for someone not because we are perfect, but because someone sees the magic in us, and tells us, and in the telling, makes the magic….. real.

The picture was taken in an antique shop, because I am always in antique shops, and I often have my camera.

Tom