Strange Collections

Stamps, do you collect them too?
I know most who do.

I had an uncle once,
His abundant wealth
Allowed him to delve
In a fiery passion
With which he
Collected antique
Coins.

Everyone collects,
Something or the other
That lives as a remanent
All their life.

My collection left some
Bewildered beyond words,
Or they’d simply laugh
Telling me to put them
Back on when
I’m old.

(Put what back on?)

In a little blue box,
Rest my milk teeth
Unaware of transitions;
Ebbed in childhood
Memories.

My mind travels back,
Unveiling years of change
And there I am on a chair
Six & a half years old
Sipping carrot juice,
When it moves
For the very
First time.

Gripping my heart with fear,
A few months later
It bids me adieu
Yet I don’t
Let it go.

All these years I’ve kept it,
And many others of its kind
In a little blue box
Labelled ‘Teeth’
Hiding my memories,
Childhood fears
And dreams.

No, I don’t have a grudge
Against the tooth fairy,
I’m just possessive
When it comes
To me.

-Nameera.