Hand-Me-Downs© Poem by Roann Mendriq

A strawberry pink cardigan
that once my sister wore,
Grandma's silver hair-clip
that I needed to restore.

Mum's graduation watch
that needs winding every day,
Grandpa's wooden Rosary,
with which I try to pray.

Dad's old battered leather
tan spectacle case;
Mum's wedding handkerchief,
tatted sepia lace.

These precious little tokens
are treasures in my heart;
They tell me who I am
and of what I am a part.

Perhaps one day this watch
will be treasured by my son;
When digits on his fancy watch,
no longer seem much fun.

Perhaps on his wedding day
his bride will use the lace;
to wipe the fragrant powder
from her lovely face.
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