In the house I grew up
when the twins were young,
we had an iron safe.
My mother kept it locked always
and was allowed to carry the key,
because she was married to the eldest son
my grandmother once told me.
The sturdy iron safe held valuables
of each family member in that house,
everyone was allowed to choose something
to keep safe, something they loved the most.
This is how my mother had explained it to me.
My grandfather joked one day
that I was old enough for this tradition,
he said I too could choose one special thing
to hide away in that iron safe.
Being young, I didn't own any such valuable items
and neither was I attached to those things the most,
I told my grandfather we'd need a bigger safe,
that could hold my mother,
because she was the most precious thing I had.
And to this day, I believe that.