My grandmothers basket of thick Sienna reeds
Woven with the warp and weave an intricate design
Has held many things in it's hundred years
It might have held fresh homemade bread for a sick neighbor
Or warm fresh cookies for the sweet grandchildren that came to visit
It might have held yarns for knitting each of her children a new sweater
Or the many hand dyed colors of wool to design her lovely floral hooked rugs
Now it holds Large Pine cones I collected from Lake Tahoe's Ponderosas
The basket holds the history and essence of my grandmother
and past generations of loves treasure
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