I'm a poet and I didn't know it

was griping to my brother today on yahoo messenger, and realized that my griping was almost poetic.  As you read, keep in mind that my dad is alive and well. 
 

unpacking more crap

going through dad's crap that he could never bring himself to throw away.

checking statements from 1963?

come on.

I sorted and tossed, but don't tell him I threw anything away.

He'll never notice.

old love letters between mom and dad that I can't bring myself to read

but probably shouldn't throw away

Do you want all his sports memorabilia?

fliers from games that he attended?

his old varsity letters from high school?

I kept those.

And No, my brother did not want any sports memorabilia or high school varsity letters.