Poetry Corner
Sorting The Silver by Lisa Levine
I picture my grandmothers hands on mine
I see her preparing for the holiday
With tempered measure
Spoon by spoon
Fork by fork
Each in its rightful place
Ready to be engaged
In the promise of food
Plentiful and rich
Freedom.
Not like her
shtet
l home
Always scratching for a bite
This new country paved with gold
Gave off its bounty to her and our family
So that she could
Sort through the silver
Family treasures
Polishing, placing, watching
Protecting and preserving all
She had built
For me and mine
So that today
I am continuing the tradition
Of sorting the silver.