Poem: Crockery

old dishes, plates, cups and things
clinking round the kitchen sink

this one came from Uncle Joe
and this one from your mom

picked up at the discount store
when as refugees they first arrived

seventy years has passed and gone
and so too have Uncle Joe and mom

all that remains of them
are these chipped memories

of a thousand dinners eaten
on scavenged 10-cent plates.

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