Cuffs And Coins
Passing through my father’s room
on the way to find shoe trees, I see
he still hangs his best pants, cuffs first,
from the sock drawer. Still keeps small
change in a jar with coded colours
for the dimes and nickels and quarters.
His cuff links burnished in a small bowl.
It has always been this way, an order
inviolate, like Ozymandias in the sand.
When my children were born I too
became a pant hanger and coin collector.
Tradition received is tradition honoured.
Now I wonder if my kids will long remember
Cuffs tucked clinically in the drawer.
Coins in jars on the bureau top.
Or simply the idea of a man facing
evening with his bureau ordered just so.