Washing dishes
at my kitchen sink –
among them
three knives,
two forks,
and two spoons
remain
from the prize-winning
Joseph Fraget dinnerware –
silver-plated copper
made in the 1850s
on Warsaw’s Elektoralna Street.
Mother recalls
burying it in Aunt Genia’s garden
to keep it safe from the Nazis,
then digging up the prized set in 1945.
In 1957, It traveled from Warsaw to Israel,
And in 1964, to America.
Today,
in my Adirondack mountain home,
I give thanks for silverware,
for tasty, healthy food,
for my aging, frail mother,
my grandmother,
their stories,
their lives,
their hopes
and their dreams.

So very beautiful! Thank you for sharing this poignant poem.
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing your family memories.