My Mother's Silver

 When somethings are given

They feel like a lot is being taken

Like when my mother divided her antique silver collection amongst us
It felt strange,  it felt wrong, it felt surreal

The exquisite timeless pieces she had collected that had embellished her coffee tables in every home.
Pieces that had always been together were going to be separated in different homes across different continents.

Division always reduces the whole

It signifies the ending or breaking of something; an era,  a chapter, a legacy.

Maybe that's why it's always bittersweet
We may gain individual pieces but the whole is lost forever......

Hiba
December 2021