Someday they’ll come and carry me away.
What then? Whose job to look among my things,
determine worth? Will all my books, those kings,
touch someone else’s heart or will they gray
in boxes? What about my amethyst,
the purple gemstone of my birth? Will they
see eye-to-eye with me on beauty? Lay
me down but please, o please, keep on the list
those things that I collected with such love,
Svarovski crystal, photographs, and notes
that meant much more than fancy cars or boats.
Please keep those items warm within your glove.