Playing dress-up
With Nana's jewelery
When I was a kid
Rooting through dresser drawers
For baubles and trinkets
To pose in front of her gilded mirror
Tucked away
Under some handkerchiefs and scarves
And the ever present scented soap
I spy an old shoebox
A treasure too tempting for little hands
Not to open
Inside I find
Not money
Or jewels
Or even boring, old letters
But packets of sugar
Probably hundreds of them
Like the kind they have at restaurants
I run to Nana
Giggling
Ask why do you have a bunch of sugar
In a box
In your dresser?
I don't remember exactly what she said
But it was something like
