Poem -

The Scottish dog

I can't remember if I knew
The porcelain dog was Dad's Nana's.

I don't recall it being with us

When we went to China.

Peru and Bali so far apart 

I felt as though I was doing backflips.

 

I wonder will Dad bury with it?

But he says the dog's mine

If I choose. 

A leather bike jacket to go with it.

And I never forgot about 

Dad's Da's gold ring!

 

Family heirlooms that will one day 

Be passed down to me.
 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh I love this, so humbling, I didn't get anything of my Mother's when she passed away,  we just weren't that sort of family with heirlooms, but heirlooms means something different to all of us, that's what I get from this, a castle? Or a bucket shaped castle to make sandcastles? Perhaps memories of making them together! Ah Rory, my muse is in over drive now. 🌹

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