Stuck! ! ! ! Poem by sreelekha premjit

Showing off
her pride possessions
she sighed
the crochet scarf
my husand brought from Russia
forty years ago
never did i give to my yongest one
most beloveds
this saree a full 61/2 yards
my mil gave me: a reward for sambar
a few 55 years ago
look at this tumbler shining still
given to me by my real great grandpa
old and bent with time
at the birth of my first born
a few forty years ago
would you like to wear
this costly 40 year old silk, priceless
then neatly folding it up
I kept it all these years
shall keep it for more..

The woman at 70
found insipiration for her present
in gilded fading memories of past
the glow, the long and curly hair
their admiration, their disgust
her ambition, her sorrow
these are her anchors
in the incomprehensible present...