Upon that old dresser of forgotten china & glass,
Once belonging to my Grandma, now gone & past,
Now all going to charities, the dump or jumble sale,
Sadly forgotten, crushed into dust & windswept shale.
But please spare me one item, that old cracked plate,
That one standing all alone & having lost all its mates,
Through years of family life, of droppings & errant crash,
The old cracked plate, the last one that wasn´t smashed.
That old plate, of childhood & warm baked cookies placed,
By Grandma, & upon crochet doily, dainty & softly laced,
On cold winter nights, fresh crumpets & hot buttered toast,
Set upon that old plate, the memories I now treasure most.
That old cracked plate, of patterned curling ivy & faded rose,
Forgotten now upon the dusty shelf, in sad & faded repose,
I shall take that plate along with memories, home with me,
Where Grandma & I, upon old plate, shall have a memory tea.
© Sue Lobo
Response to our Inspiration Call on September 14th, 2016
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