A poem about some precious metal items I kept from my grandmothers’ things ~
I take keepsakes
Collect tokens
Retouch and arrange tarnished metal things
A little silver bell
Brown since well before I knew
A sterling finish doesn’t stay
If it sits unused
A Goodacre Dollar
Obverse face dated
An experimental wash
Wears the surface like varnished brass
Engraved in gold
A fleuron shining on
A broach
Save for teatime
All June’s life
All inside a drawstring pouch
Baby-blue velvet tucked in
A bright black-spotted kettle
I’ll never use to pour or brew
On account of how the metal smells
Still of Marlboro Reds
Even filled to the brin with White
Sage potpourri ~
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