“Hand-picked Heirlooms”

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 …

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