Pockets.
Swedish cookie tin, brightly beckons above our fridge.. He’s very lively. When you open him, there are Barbie shoes & legos, palm-size pitchers & kitchen-mixing-things.. a childrens’ trove.
I walk him over to our treasured junk drawer, to rifle through and add to Little Tin, who now has an appetite — How long has it been?
There’s nothing in my …