“Write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of ‘fact,’ and something that seems out of place in time” (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-12/)
I didn’t include all of these, but that’s OK. This was inspired by an image of Georgia O’Keeffe’s kitchen mixing bowl from the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.
You owned the same mixing bowl as my grandmother:
Plain, glass, perfect function with no concern for aesthetics.
So utterly in contrast with the beauty of your work.
Maybe you were always more like my grandmother
Than I realized. She lived a life of function
But yearned to create beauty.
The vibe doesn’t match, a frisson of expectations,
Ideals abutting reality, the humanization of you,
The idealization of her. Nested potentialities.
Would you have been her, had your life shunted
Onto a different path? Would she have been you,
Had her treasured dreams come true?
I would have liked to meet the her-that-was-you.
Beauty and function, dreams deferred and dreams fulfilled.
What is, what was, what could have been.
John the Librarian 
A good mixing bowl for the ingrediants of character. Dreams carried over generations, like a verbal evolution of subtle stories.
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