The Heirloom
Mama got the pot
at her neighbor’s garage sale
sixty years ago.
It outlived her and
will feed her son, and his child
and his children’s children
long after he’s done using it
as his snare drum.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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