With a need for something I slide the drawer open.
Metal and plastic and metal tools clatter.
How many years since I used some of these?
When children inherit cluttered drawers do they scavenge
and consider “What is this?”
“A melon baller.” their sibling or spouse or partner will answer.
And that will be it. Tossed back with a clatter.
Will they recall that I hated canteloupe?
Will the melon baller find its way to their home?
Will they neglect it as I did?
Will they manufacture a false memory of me scooping
melon shavings into juicy cold globes?
Will they donate it?
“Why did our parents have three pair of scissors in this drawer?”
My darlings, I never knew, either.
