Sixty Years
wedding gifts
cover the table
dining room
full of glass
china silver. We are young.
Plates unchipped. We hope.
estate sale
glass china silver
tables full.
We are dead.
Plates missing from the set. Years
on years. Now we know.
(shadorma chain)
12/13/18
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Wow. What a powerful poem about the cycle of human life and about the transitory nature of objects.
Thank you. This poem is part of a group I wrote after my mother’s death and the subsequent estate sale. My family’s story is sad and this poem reflects the long slow passing of time to the conclusion of how things ended- everything wore out and was broken.