I remember Mom's
wooden chest, lined
in red velvet. Nestled
in their separate beds–
the "good silverware"–
only used on holidays.
When that chest was
on the table, we knew.
Each piece had to be
taken out, polished
with pink cream,
then rubbed dry
to a sheen. I remember
Mom's wooden chest.
Wish I knew
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Wish I knew what happened to it.
It would be fun to have a memento for remembrance, Sara! Wishing you happy holidays Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Thanks, Hank! Hope your holidays are happy and healthy.
This is beautiful Sara, but that last line really grabs the heart. This happens so much. We loose those things we hold dear. I hope you have a wonderful Holiday season my friend!
Thanks, Carrie. Enjoy the holidays, stay safe, and healthy.