The footstool
a sad goodbye
I’ve been driving around for quite a few weeks
with items for donation in the boot of my car.
I’ve been thinking of where to donate them
and in the end I opted for the Hospice charity shop.
Every time I went over a speed bump
I heard them rattle in the back..
I don’t know why it was so hard
but it really was
extremely hard.
but today seemed to be the day,
I was getting food for my dog
and the hospice shop
is only a few doors away
from the pet shop..
One item in particular was hard
but I needed to let it go,
it was Pete’s footstool
I didn’t like it
it was his mother’s
and it has too many sad reminders
but he loved to take naps on the couch
with his feet up
in the afternoons!
I know I will never use it
but there will be someone out there
who will
I’m sure.
I took the items to the hospice shop
because I hardly ever go there
and it’s a bit further from the house
than the other charity shops.
and I couldn’t bear to see
the footstool still there in a few months time.
as I got back into the car I said a silent tearful goodbye to it
and I said “sorry” to Pete for not liking it!
and when I got home a butterfly swooped past
and said “it’s okay”…



My mother also left me her footstool. And Mary didn't like it much. So I donated it to DARG