I have wondered from time to time
if I was cut from your will before
or after you died.
By power of attorney or
because you thought I didn’t care anymore.
I don’t believe you would believe that of me. But someone did. Does.
I wonder what happened
to the pewter letter opener. Passed
over as a redundant object before it was thought up.
I hope it is buried safely somewhere in a drawer
and that someone remembers it is there now and again.
I don’t know where your ashes are scattered.
I remember you scattering your husband’s in the sea and
them being washed back up around your knees.
It was weirdly funny.
And the memory makes me smile.
With love. x