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I rip the yellowed newsprint

from your German china bowl

and find mere shards, the fragments

of a once unbroken whole.

I trace a fractured rose

imposed on white and lavender

and see the pattern you chose

is stamped “Wild Traveler.”

Intently searching for

a more revealing clue,

I rummage in a drawer

to find a print of you.

Your eyes and lips and nose

are startlingly my father’s,

your waistline—mine, but those

likenesses are all it offers.

I am your last grandchild,

the one you never knew.

Were you fragile, sharp, and wild?

Am I at all like you?