Heirlooms

This week’s paint-chip poetry prompt is a free-write, with only three paint chips: heirloom tomato, stepping stone, and grandma’s hydrangeas. I wrote this poem as a response and also inspired by this prompt about weather. 

The photos on the wall,
Antique trinkets and even
My own appearance can be
Stepping stones into memory:

I think about Grandma’s hydrangeas,
Gone after a season,
Or her heirloom tomatoes, based
On what other seeds
Have been passed down:

My eyes, which seem like
A cloudless sky, or sometimes
A grayish blanket, portending
Rain, depending
On which fruits I see,
Falling from the family tree.