FIESTA WARE AND OUR FAMILY TREE
I was putting away some Fiesta Ware the other day when, noticing all the colors in front of me
I had to stop and smile at how they reminded me of our family tree.
I love our family tree…love every leaf…love its branches one and all…
love how it is painted all year long…in colors of the Fall.
I’m proud of the colors of our family tree…and as each new branch extends
how easily those colors synthesize…how beautifully they blend.
There is a kind of magic in how our colors come together to form this beautiful symmetry.
knowing underneath those colors lies the heart…the true magic of our family tree.
We share each others highs and lows…and we’ll go to extremes
to support each other’s hopes…to encourage each other’s dreams.
We find the more we do this…that our tree grows strong and tall…
and we find the colors of our tree…though beautiful, don’t matter to us at all.
I could probably end this poem here…but I think it only fair
to go back to where it started…with our Fiesta Ware.
I love the diversity of each plate…the different colors one and all…
love how our collection is permanently painted in colors of the Fall.
How food that’s made with love…always will taste great..
no matter which color bowl we choose…
no matter which color the plate.
That’s why Fiesta Ware reminds me of our family tree…
because whether its the Fiesta Ware stacked high on a kitchen shelf
or our family tree standing tall…
when love is holding them together…
their colors do not matter to us at all.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2023
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