“Memoir”

they were hidden away
in photographs of boxes
that existed, once
before silent family
secreted them away.

“Blade”

It had your family name –
or it became your family name.

Hefting it with both hands,
you’d wonder how much of it
had stayed the same; had
the blade been reforged?
How often had the leather
failed, or the hilt lost lustre?

It had known many hands
that shared your blood.