Years ago, we made many trips to Spain.
The souvenir most prized by parents was Lladró.
Detailed porcelain figures crafted outside Valencia.
Sold everywhere in gift shops.
Also, in stores dedicated only to Lladró.
On this trip to Málaga, they were missing.
I saw no Lladró for sale.
Though I know it’s fashioned.
Still honored in Spain.
Girls in long skirts and bonnets.
Satyrs playing flutes.
Young boys stealing kisses from sweethearts.
Pastoral couples with pets.
Mothers holding daughters.
Geese and bears.
Glossy and matte.
Whatever we carried home, hailed.
Appreciated, displayed.
But, as elders passed, the collection passed.
To us.
So, twenty or so figurines skip, run, pick flowers.
In our china cabinet.
Graceful, but impossible to sell.
They’re not the huge ones.
Complicated, intricate ones.
Expensive ones.
For, we bought them as young marrieds.
Not having hundreds of dollars.
Without capacity to pack elaborate sculptures.
Those statuettes spy behind the glass
in elegant pastel costumes.
Our gifts regifted back to us.
Cavorting cartoon heirlooms!
Lynn Benjamin
February 12, 2023