Someone's Memory

Memory—not mine.

A ruby pitcher—cheap souvenir
of a World’s Fair visit
twenty-one years before you were born.

Fake crystal, garishly lettered:
Maggie
                 from
                            Blarney Castle
                                                           1893.

My vague recollection that you

received the pitcher from someone
after the death of my Great Aunt Jewel.

Someone’s memory

of you, a young child
for whom that ruby pitcher was
all precious beauty.