My mother’s things

On the shortest day of the year I thought of Robert Frost’s poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. It was one of my mother’s favorite poems.
The silver bowl belonged to her mother, and it was always kept in the middle of our dining room table. We used it to store our napkins. The books were hers, and both have her name in them. Modern American Poetry has a little bookmark she left on the page with the Frost poem.
“And miles to go before I sleep.”