Memory’s Reflection

Crinkled and shiny, the leftovers’ guard,

I reach for the foil, memories aren’t far.

A glimmer from kitchens where laughter would roam,

Childhood mischief, the smell of our home.

Wrappings of meals long past still hold their charm,

Like secrets in silence, they cradle the warm.

Each fold tells a story, each shine holds a thought,

In the crinkle of foil, I find all I sought.