So Long Forgotten
The woman
a skeleton with answers
A stack of photos
bleached out cold
she
Slid them one at a time
across the table
Slow deliberate
she shushed us
A forefinger.
A push.
Again. Again.
My own finger-bones rattle.
2/17/23
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This poem made me think of memento mori. It might be because of our recent conversation about old photographs but this poem made me think of a moribund person passing on the history to someone who is next in line to be the custodian and the way that designates the recipient as being part of the next generation to die.
Thank you. The way you put it is how I thought of it. I realize the next role I play will be the skeleton with answers. Time for me to get my story straight!