What I’m Learning About Women Aging

What I’m learning about women aging
is we don’t do it alone –

everything able to dust gather
lines alongside us, trinkets and trophies

defiant on a cherry shelf,
saved from the fate

of the thrift shop.
We think when someone passes,

this time they’ll look twice,
ask what we knew before now,

where we discovered truth. Beauty.
But mostly we see each other,

silver and heavy in our limited number,
tarnishing into unrecognizable.

Just things atop meaningful things.
Waiting to be remembered.