Grandmothers, now gone.
One moneyed, one poor.
Both rich in granddaughter.
One gifted a Grandmother-of-Pearl ring,
the other a practical lip balm tin
among other small items.
The daughter turns from the mirror to her mother.
“I wear the ring all the time.
I use the lip balm once a year,
on her birthday.
I hope she knows I want it to last forever.”
Originally published in The Vehicle