Christina A. Sharik

RUBBINGS

Every name is
etched in pain,
mounted
in a picture frame,
and hung upon a wall
within my heart –
each individual
name in frame,
a work of art –
Every so often,
in my mind.
I take them down
I polish all the glass
and make them shine –

None of them
belonged to me,
but all of them
are mine.