Repost. Can a poem become a family heirloom?

Everyone has stories.

Heirloom

Heirloom tomatoes in the hands

Of a prince of France,

Beckoning from the glossy page

Of Gourmet Magazine,

Appealed to the eye of a son

Sitting at a kitchen table

Who proposed to his parents a trip

To feed the deferred dream

His mother long had nurtured of travel.

A mother, a father and a French chateau

Made memories for a lifetime,

And when they returned there was joy

And when death came too soon

Uninvited, to dine, and the wine

Was all poured out

And mom was suddenly gone,

The memory of that last trip

Remained fragrant

Like a ripe tomato in a summer field.