paper plates and fine china

Viola Sharpe, 8th - Ione, CA
I love the summer
I love the fall
I go on picnics with friends
I never leave my dusted house
I feel left out on thanksgiving
I get the attention at the dinner table tonight
I am back the next day to eat the leftovers
I count the days til next year
I hear laughter and love
I hear laughter but the wooden doors muffle my hearing
I am original, never reused
I am an heirloom, fragile and beautiful
I am paper
I am porcelain 
Sincerely, paper plates
Sincerely, fine china