Mementos

The four-foot high wooden cupboard
Keeps  mother’s memory green for us .
We stand on the wood stool she built
For us to reach spiders in high places.

We weave cobwebs of night’s poems
With a memory projected on mango .
The mango is memento of her wood,
We do not even know exists in wind.

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