Tchotchkes - Poem by YURI DURAAN
It was only after she died I came to know her...
going through her things,
finding the little box with trinkets,
keepsakes from a different era,
a movie ticket
a war medal
and the brass heart locket on a string,
already green with age...
inside a cut-out of Elvis
I smiled... we were not so different after all,
this woman from the past, and I
our tchotschkes are worlds apart, but
the sentiment the very same.
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