Waxing poetic

There seems to be a story for everything and I wonder if it was always this way or if that is a condition that comes with growing older?

The faces in the pictures on my wall?  Each one has a story to tell. In fact, there are probably books there!

The plants on my stand? How they came to be is actually quite interesting.

The spread upon my bed, the pencil sharpener on the table, the kitty in the dollhouse, if you want a story I am able, to tell you how they came to be and why they're there where you can see.