Conveyed perfectly the emotions of parents left with nothing but mementos of their children once they get out into their own lives. The ending is especially poignant and funny. Being a bit of a irrational hoarder myself, much like my Mom was, I can totally relate.
Can't really make any suggestions on how to improve it but would like to understand if the inaccessibility being conveyed is because of a gulf in (perceived) class or is it more of a celebrity fan kinda scenario? Maybe adding a little hint towards that would help me place the poem better.
I loved the way that you portrayed why history does not need revisionism and how pointless it is to judge anyone who lived in a different time with priorities that we can't even begin to understand.
In particular, I loved the lines "...war taking sons from the farm, taking the suns from their lives." and "Future lives build on the shadows of the ancestors: knowledge is reborn in the reworking of the old ways."
To be honest, I am not much of a poetry reader so my opinion on this matter may not be relevant but I would think the emotions you captured would work as well if not better if you had simply written in prose.
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