APAD, day four

[riotheclown]

Cast Iron Pots

My brother's wife was taking his cast iron pots to the donation bin.
Everyone in my family was taught that you had to have cast iron pots and 
you had to keep them forever
god forbid, some disaster ended you
and they were lost until a bunch of
archeologists could dig them up.
But even still they'd be good, 
just needing bit of scrubbing and seasoning.

No one outside our family
can understand this
need to hang on
to something so
impossibly
heavy.
or why we tell a history hidden behind a patina of alteration.

one pilgramige or another
possessions of the fallen passed down the line,
 iron pots clanging.

So we conspire.
I tell him I will go to Value Village
and buy them all back

—give them to her for Christmas—

adding another chapter in the mythology of  our family's resilience, and iron.