I wrote this poem after the death of my mother.


Infinite Value

A gel pen and two breath mints.
Small things with specific purposes
In the hands that originally held them.
To another, more emotional, no longer rational,
Items to be put gently away.
No longer useful. A memory.
Touched occasionally.
Remembered always. Cherished.
Inanimate objects with infinite value
In the hands that now possess them.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-07-30 at 18:36

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A poem of subtlety I would say. Skillfully penned in such a way that the reader must conjure up the circumstances that have been veiled by the poet's pen. Really good. Blessings, Allen
2025-07-31