My grandmother’s china—
the set I used to save
for holidays: fine
rims of gold, delicate
patterns of green—I use it
every day,
don’t worry about chips, don’t
delay its offerings.
These days I need
porcelain teacups, warm
against my palms. My brother
has died.
Use
the fine china.
Jennifer L Freed mostly writes poems, which have appeared in various journals and anthologies. See more on her website, jfreed.weebly.com.
Incredible! How I love this!
Thank you, Shoshauna. Take care,
Jennifer
This is perfect! Very well done!
Thank you, Joan. Best wishes
Touching and so appropriate for these times.
Very nice, very neat and very powerful. Always a pleasure to read your work Jen.
all good, Bob
As I ate my cake off my grandmother’s 73 old Blue Willow china legacy, I reread your story, It resonates.
Well Done! I enjoyed reading and plan to share it to encourage others during this time.