Better Rendered in the Genitive

I've lost track of what goods I own
And which are yours.
I found the poppies in the back yard,
I remember that; they must be mine.
The airplane, mini-Moog, tricycle:
I just don't know.
The basement and its things
Too terrifying to think about
Will have to wait.
Would you agree with that?
Good thing we don't have an attic.
I'm not a fan of unnamable space.
My mother went away from me
Too long ago
With a questionable charioteer.
Remember me is all I ask.
I see sailboats in pattern-
Reflecting sunlight,
Tipping in the wind,
I stand on shore,
Memorizing me
In the images in my path.
And so on, from now on.