Left Behind

The inertia of his belongings puzzled me: The cracked leather slippers that seemed still to contain his feet, the neat roll of half-eaten mints, the sweat-burnished wallet — My grandfather’s passing when I was a child introduced me to the strange stillness left to survivors. For reasons I no longer recall, I wrapped his gold wire glasses in the belt of my brown corduroy coat, dug my fingernails deep into the soft moss of the backyard, and buried them.⁣  

 ‘Memoriam 6618’ earrings, the first piece in my next collection that honors the fragmented memories and objects left behind by strangers.⁣

⁣⁣Jeweler’s brass, lightweight polymer clay, grey rose cut moonstones, found photos, salvaged plastic, sterling silver, original handwritten poem; hand fabricated, etched.⁣⁣ 

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