Here’s today’s #wonderbreak. [Want to learn more or join in by sharing your own poems about joyful things using the #wonderbreak hashtag?]
It would have been my Mom and Dad’s anniversary a few days ago. Mostly, I think of Mom with a smile on her face and a smile on mine. She was one of those people who got happier as she got older, and she was such a good balance for my curmudgeonly dad. Miss you, Mom!
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This is such a sweet, poignant poem. I’m so glad that you remember your mom’s laughter–what a gift!
I just love how your mom’s memories are somehow both captured and reflected from her canisters on your shelf. This is very special! Thanks for sharing this today.
Oh my goodness. I just let go of almost an identical set of canisters that I grew up with. I’ve used them for 21 yrs. since my mom’s death. The only difference I can see is that instead of a knob on the copper lids, hers had an elongated grasp with little wells on each side from which to lift the lid. Trying to scale down; they now have a new home, not with family but with a young friend who fell in love with them. What I remember most is that she didn’t trust them to keep weevils out of her flour and she used loose-leaf tea and didn’t want that to sit in them so those two canisters were revolving doors for whatever she needed to store at a moment’s notice, sometimes her favorite candy! ???? Thanks for the memories!
Laura, such a touching sentiment. Love the onomatopoeia of “ringing” laughter. Just beautiful.