My Dragonware

There are great dragons in my life that came to me from long ago. They traveled far across the sea inside some boxes stored below his seat, safe for the flight's long trip- to be a gift for sister, dear; in nineteen forty-four, on leave from World War II, that distant year. My Uncle, Air Force pilot then, came home, this time, to be his last. His Sis, my Mom, had cherished them; but, when she died, to me they passed. There are great dragons in my life that came to me from long ago. They traveled far across the sea inside some boxes packed, and so, within my home, now safe and sound, for me to keep close in my care; gifts from the war, my Uncle brought- my antique set of Dragonware. Tea set for eight, dessert plates too- all these with dragons painted on, in moriage, raised slip decor- made in Japan, but bought in Guam. There are great dragons in my life- they traveled far across the sea. This gift is all that's left of him; his gift of dragons saved for me.