Eve Roper Poet Haibun

Mementos Gathering Dust

Mementos Gathering Dust    
     
Small pottery animals and a bowl, a glass etching of a unicorn in a leaded frame and silver chain, drawings of cartoons. Mementos of my sons sit on shelves or hang on my walls gathering dust.

Now my grandchildren’s drawings and love letters hang on the refrigerator or my walls.
 
Drawings, love letters, letters from my sons when they were at war and so many more little mementos in a box gathering dust, treasures that were given from the heart.

Reminiscence on
bits and pieces life keeping
mundane treasures- trove

  
2/27/2015
Contest Name:  GATHERING DUST
Sponsor: John lawless

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Shadow Hamilton February 28, 2015 at 3:15 PM ah Eve such a loving poem it would do well in John's contest but I see you say not for contest a 7 hugs Eve Roper February 28, 2015 at 4:35 PM Thank you so very much for your valuable advice, I didn't think it was good enough for the contest. But you just uplifted my feelings. Blessings dear friend

Debbie Guzzi February 28, 2015 at 9:08 AM Eve, This is a fine example of Prose poetry & if you added a haiku it would be a haibun! So wonderful to visit your treasures. Light & Love Eve Roper February 28, 2015 at 9:54 AM Thank you, Debbie, for the advise. I will try it, still learning. Blessings dear friend eve

Ralph Sergi February 28, 2015 at 8:07 AM Hi, Eve: beautiful poem in tribute to your children. Please read my poem The Sniftner. Eve Roper February 28, 2015 at 8:41 AM My children and grandchildren mean the world to me; they have brought me great joy except when they were at war, or out on their own those times worry played a big part. Your poem of The Snifter brought up memories. Thank you for your visit and your inspiring compliment. Blessings eve

Constance La France February 28, 2015 at 7:38 AM Eve, these are beautiful memories to hold close and every once in awhile open the box, remove the dust on those things on the shelves, keep them close to your heart for one never knows what the future holds and thanks for visiting my poem, I write poems . . . Eve Roper February 28, 2015 at 8:28 AM Every so often through the years I open the box, and tears stream down, memories of my long past grandmother that I love so much but could see how perkerson started taken over through her letters, my dad' also passed letters he wrote show how much he loved me, my son's when they were at Desert Storm and so many more. Blessings dear friend

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2015 at 11:38 PM you are a sentimental person. I like that. I am too!! I keep way too many things! Eve Roper February 28, 2015 at 12:07 AM I am such a pack-rat when it comes to little small things like that. My son that is 45, love to share with his children the things that he had created when he was younger. Now he is doing the same thing with his. We are just special people, Andrea. We just love to love

Njeri Hunjeri February 27, 2015 at 12:01 PM Beautiful. You are one lucky mom and grandmother! #7 Eve Roper February 27, 2015 at 7:16 PM Thank you, Njeri, it is so hard to throw away things your children and grandchildren have so carefully made at the time. Blessings dear friend

Emile Pinet February 27, 2015 at 11:53 AM As usual you have managed to capture human frailties and emotions and weave them into a poem that is easy to relate to and understand. Good work. Emile. #7 Eve Roper February 27, 2015 at 7:18 PM Thank you, Emile, your inspiring words have been helpful in my life. Everyone is so kind.Blessings dear friend