Grape Glass

 They sat on a high shelf just out of reach

of my small clumsy hands

eight purple glasses and matching pitcher

shaped like bunched grapes, never used

because mom valued them beyond their worth.

As an adult on a visit to my mother,

she brought out the cherished goblets, 

served iced tea and asked me to 

claim what I wanted of hers

not wanting cherished goods being sold

in some mere garage sale.

I should have read between those line. 

I didn't.

Today, in a vintage store window,

I see one lone grape glass.

I remember my mom's valued set

purple and bubbly, like a bunch of grapes

now forever out of reach

of my big clumsy hands.