Wasted Treasure Trash

There were rickety baskets on
the concrete curb
that used to carry
her teddy bears.
Stained and shredded cushions 
where her family used
to sit.
Shards of a wooden dresser
that used to hold
her Sunday dresses
and best rainbow
footed socks
thrown about the sidewalk
like rocks in the gutter.
It makes me shudder 
to think of what 
her parents did.
Other drivers may
think none of it
passing by...
But all those bits and pieces
were from a young girl's life.
And as she floats
from home to home,
on the curb is where
her innocence is piled...
waiting for trash day
to come.