Your South African Communist Party tie-pin
from the turn of the century;
(Did you wear that while you sold
passers-by in Durban?)
your brass cigarillo case;
a few much-loved books on politics and philosophy
bought from work at the bookshop
and a cracked photograph of you, striking:
waves of long dark hair
and a wry smile.
Perhaps you were remembering
my favourite story of my great-grandmother:
the Union Jack dress you made to flaunt
during the controversy over the national flag.