Reborn

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.

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