Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Narrative

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05.02.2025

Anne-Lise Andresen
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Dusty Box of Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

2nd place in the contest

- Dusty Box of Memories -

    My dusty box of memories
    can be compared to
            Aladdins wonderful lamp
    Yellow brass with a shiny
    and elegant appearance
    Everyone has a genie
    that resides in the subconscious

    When the lid is opened
    it smells of jasmine and rose petals
    feminine and unique
    Feeds my heart with
                    the scent she loved
   

    It did not belong to a royal person
    but my dear mother
    She was a woman who spent time
    finding the right outfit
    with different bijouterie
    A wide range of jewelry, bracelets,
    earrings, necklaces and rings

    As an aged photo album -
                I let the jewelry
    run through my fingers as a rosary
    Dear memories flow

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Phyllis Babcock February 14, 2025 at 2:03 PM Love this one as thinking of my moms and how we had to go through all her pieces. She gave me some before she passed. She was a lady who always dressed nice and had matching pieces with her clothes. Sure miss her a lot. love phyl

Duke Beaufort February 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM Anne-Lise, a very interesting and unusual description of memory and what we hold in our subconscious. I do think we get a lot of information that is inside of us from our relationship with our parents and caregivers when we are young. Nice that you can describe it with love and kindness. Smiles!!

Paula Goldsmith February 13, 2025 at 10:32 AM Congratulations on your win. I loved reading your lovely write/story with a great picture. The box did belong to a royal person, your dear mother. Hugs... Have a blessed day with your win....................

Oliver Mckeithan February 12, 2025 at 5:37 PM Congratulations Anne-Lise. Wonderful poem of memories of your mother

Michael Tor February 7, 2025 at 3:56 AM That box not only has jewels but special memories associated with the box... Hugs.

Valsa George February 7, 2025 at 12:26 AM This casket (?) looks so elegant and royal. I imagine an elderly lady opening the box from time to time to pick up various items of jewelry to adorn her. Now it is left behind as a heirloom for her children to remember her and recall nostalgic moments. Beautifully written Anne. Love and hugs

Joseph P. DiMino February 6, 2025 at 7:32 AM "Everyone has a genie that resides in the subconscious" -- Love that! "Feeds my heart with the scent she loved" -- Hey, some of us guys like that too, unashamedly:) Especially poets. "She was a woman who spent time finding the right outfit" -- it's Called~ Class! -- just like her wonderful daughter, blessing Soup with her perfectly eloquent poetry. Marvelous read. Thank you.

Ink Empress February 6, 2025 at 6:58 AM Dear anne lise, this is such a heartfelt poem that flows with nostalgia, and i can feel your love for your mother. She sounds like a beautiful soul, and so elegant. I love the picture of the box too so pretty! Pleasure reading your soulful poem. Sending you light always

John Read February 6, 2025 at 6:44 AM Hi Anne, I have a box of letters and various things my mother and my wife left, wouldn't part with them for the world. xx

Hilda Greenhough February 5, 2025 at 9:01 PM Mementoes can be wonderful reminders. I can tell that you miss your mother. May you have peace in the love you received. Anne-Lise Andresen February 6, 2025 at 2:11 AM - Yes, I miss my mother - she died far too young, Hilda :) - Thanks for your lovely comment :) - hugs

Abdullah Alhemaidy February 5, 2025 at 12:24 PM Very nice read! Seems she is so nice like her girl :-) Have a wonderful day ~ AA hugs. Anne-Lise Andresen February 6, 2025 at 2:09 AM - Thanks for your comment, Abdullah :) - hugs

Kim Rodrigues February 5, 2025 at 10:49 AM it smells of jasmine and rose petals… with different bijouterie…a beautiful tribute to your mom through her possession. Beautiful, Anne-Lise! Anne-Lise Andresen February 5, 2025 at 10:57 AM - Always jewelry... real or fake... she loved them... always nice hair, long red nails and high heels... - Completely opposite from me... flat shoes, hair is fine, hates long nails... rare jewelry... can wear sweatpants all day :) - Thanks for your comment, Kim :) - hugs

Sotto Poet February 5, 2025 at 10:42 AM Anne-Lise, This lovely poem effectively portrays the essence of motherhood via its depiction of jewels and personal belongings, which evoke feelings of love, grief, and treasured moments. Anne-Lise Andresen February 5, 2025 at 10:48 AM - This box is a dear memory from my mother... the only thing that is not true... is that it is dusty and it will never be dusty :) - Many thanks, Las :) - hugs

Jay Narain February 5, 2025 at 10:19 AM Nice poem full of emotional memories. Anne-Lise Andresen February 5, 2025 at 10:43 AM - A true "story", Jay :) - Thanks for your comment :) - hugs