Baby Steps

e. schoettler

In the basement
I took down a large plastic tub and found
My grandmother's laces, white pearl earrings,
The red vest I knitted for my mother 20 years ago
A hand-stitched child's dress
my mother's grandmother made for her
when she was four years old
Three faded aprons Granny made, all by hand.
My Aunt Koki's scarves
Mama's prayer book, filled with holy cards.
Just a few of the treasures to feel and fold.
I can't let these go
so - just like my basement is a museum -
I labeled them.

1 comment:

Granny Sue said...

This is poignant, Ellouise. All of us have a museum somewhere in our lives, even if it is only in our minds.