I took the last
dusty piece of china
out of the barrel.
It was your gravy boat,
with a hard, brown
drop of gravy still
on the porcelain lip.
I grieved for you then
as I never had before.

From Collected Poems by Jane Kenyon. Copyright © 2007 by Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Graywolf Press.