Notes About The Poem
image from craiyon.com
WHAT REMAINS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grammy’s pearl necklace~
still warm from her collarbone,
now cool in my hands,
each bead a closed eye.
Pop’s pocket watch still ticks,
though no one winds it~
his thumbprint smudged
on the glass like a ghost.
Mom's wedding ring
left on the windowsill,
collecting sunlight
and fingerprints.
These things I cherish
but never use,
these small,
heavy ghosts.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
