Grandma’s bonnet
Hangs on a white wall under
Faded photos of long-dead sisters.
Tarnished silver forks
Recline in drawers
From Great-Grandma.
Plates from Great-Great-Grandma
Line mirrored hutch shelves.
Not all can be kept—
Card, ribbons, and remnants of their lives
Made holy
By hands that held them.
Will my own children,
Grandchildren,
Great grandchildren
Find my treasures
Iconic,
Blessed
By memories
of my hands?
