A plastic bag without a handle
A pair of straps without a sandal
A briefcase with rusted locks
A pair of old worn out socks
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A very poignant write indeed on grandpa's valuables......very beautifully composed..........Pradipji
Whatever holds meaning for us, we must hold onto, no matter how worn or tattered. Certain articles are alive with memories, traces of love, bits of happiness. How can they be discarded? Wonderful poem.