Inheritance
I dreamt
last night
of dying
last night
of dying
my daughter
moved around
my house
handling this
picking up
that I
lay in bed
or in air
watching
trying to tell her
which meant
something
what was kept
through habit
or poverty
I wished
nothing
frayed or old
for her
to remember me
and desired
all my fripperies
and foolishness
gone
and then
she found the desk
its drawers
full of papers
old letters
poems
.
by Nicolette Stasko
from Glass Cathedrals: New and Selected Poems
Salt Publishing, Cambridge, 2006