The crystal basket
Sans the handle
Was dug out of the barn.
It now sits in the cupboard
Coming out to cradle
Cooked carrots, peas, or broccoli
Or to serve bar-be-que chips
And puffy cheese sticks for a snack.
I wonder what the previous
Owner would think
To know her prize possession
Was used for common food and
Was sitting dirty in the sink?
For me I think it’s a benefit now
And not a thing you only eye for beauty.
It serves us well in usefulness
And I believe it has arrived.
It’s much like pretty humans
Who first are pleasing vessels true
And then become with aged grace
Something more than just a pretty face.