The Glass Cabinet Poem by Ronel O'Reilly

Grandma left me her glass corner
display cabinet - I used to spend
hours in front of it when I was
small, memorising all the little
ornaments grandma carefully
collected through the years

Except for her wedding band,
this is the only other item which
holds immense sentimental value
for me because every piece in that
display cabinet suggested a million
stories about grandma to me

This is why I simply cannot
comprehend why you refuse to
return what is so dear to me -
I cannot understand how a
person can be be so utterly
selfish and materialistic

I keep the memoriesof that
glass cabinet close to my heart,
grandma’s presence still lingers
on - the memories I have of her
is the one thing that NOBODY,
not even you, can take away