Little green bowl
unassuming plastic, and cheap
yet what treasure it holds
It holds? No, no, not quite.
What holds it, is the treasure
of her small, perfect hands
At breakfast she laughs
that little girl laugh
while I gasp for breath
Those perfect hands on the bowl
scooping cheerios, applesauce,
and holding my heart, still.
05 November 2010
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Such simple things can make you smile.
ReplyDeleteAfter my mother passed away, I brought home the goose cookie jar I had given her maybe 25 years earlier. When we walked into the house with it, my oldest daughter burst into tears! It's chipped with some of the paint worn off, but it sits on my kitchen counter. Mom (or Mama Gigi as the kids called her) always kept Stella Doro cookies in it. They are hard to come by now, but I'd fill it with Stella Doros if I could find them.
Aw, now that's just the kind of thing that brings tears to my eyes because it's sweet, but also because I miss the days when mine were that little and because there are such little ones in my life now and I can't reach out and touch them cuz they're so far away. I want those moments though. There's nothing like them in the world.
ReplyDeleteI can see her dimpled little fingers from here...
ReplyDeletePearl
i hear ya on this....the memory is invisible, but palpable and as real as anything....lovely!!
ReplyDeleteI still have the little green plastic bowl my daughter used...and wherever I go I'll never be able to part with it
ReplyDeleteI am glad that your daughter is there for you to love.
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