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An antique blue vase sits proudly upon my book shelf; A gift from my aunt who knew how much I loved blue. We would shop for hours in quaint little shops and I would see her tired face smiling with delight. A hand held mirror of wood and old glass, another gift for each child, she imparted its value for me to keep safe. I bought her a lovely cherry wood table with a harp shaped stand and she loved it and used it for years. In her eighties when she moved in with her daughter, she packed it up carefully and shipped it to me. It will always remind me of how dear she was to me. She used to say, I have always loved antiques, and now I am one! She has passed on now and I miss her so much, lovingly, some of her antiques she has passed on to me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 2/2/2015 1:31:00 AM
A beautiful tribute... 'i have always loved antique and now i am one'.. touching lines... Regards,nads!
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Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 2/2/2015 2:21:00 AM
Thank you very much Nads. I still miss her very much. Hugs, Connie
Date: 4/26/2014 12:24:00 PM
What a lovely memoir to your aunt. She clearly meant a lot to you. Hang on to those antiques. Sometimes the sight of an object, the touch of an object, its granularity, can evoke powerful memories. Like a smell. For me it is the smell of blackberry pie. It takes me back to my grandmother's kitchen. She is gone. And her house has been demolished. But that memory lives on in vivid detail every time we make blackberry pie. You have written a visually and emotionally vivid piece. Sam
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Date: 4/19/2014 9:03:00 PM
connie, just saw your message to me on the comment I made below. I rarely see those kinds of comments since I got rid of the notification thing at Hotmail. My dog spelled backward poem placed in Deb's contest. thanks for reading so many of my poems when you come here. I have a number of poets that I always keep up with and you are one of them, so I am pretty sure I have seen all your stuff !! Bummer that you don't have more new ones for me!!!
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Date: 4/14/2014 6:21:00 PM
Connie, this is such a dear poem. It tells how lovingly you feel for your aunt and I know you feel this way for everyone in your family, so special for you. The antique is a symbol of the person and you really got that point across in a beautiful way.
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Date: 4/14/2014 6:19:00 PM
so glad you visited Whispers of Love. It is one of those poems that got derailed by my having to post poems for contests right after posting that one. When you post a bunch too closely together, the first posted one gets ignored. That was my favorite of the bunch and it never got many comments. I appreciate you reading it.
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Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 4/14/2014 7:18:00 PM
I try to go back to the last I remember reading and then go from there Andrea. I am behind as usual in reading poems. You post so many great poems, I don't want to miss any of them. Hugs.
Date: 4/14/2014 4:03:00 PM
Antiques are a journey into the past filled with many memories. A beautiful piece Connie....Hugs Tim
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Date: 4/14/2014 7:25:00 AM
Such sweet memories..that you can touch. The best kind of antiques. Nice write..hope all is well. BG
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