Memories of My Mother

My Mothers' Hutch


       Finely polished, of carved wood it still stands,
       With a glass gleaming door and crossed, copper bands
       Inside, items treasured and truly lovely.
       The Dresden women, dressed in delicate finery.
       Gold specked wine glasses, imported from Germany.
       Demitasse cups, stunning, with gold etchings.
       Marble music boxes play waltzes, so heavenly.
       Ceramic angels with smiles, so demure and divine.
       Colorful birds gaze from music boxes.
       Family pictures in antiqued, cherished, frames.
       The first soft shoes of her poetess daughter.
       Prayer books and rosaries bearing her meme.


                            June 25, 2020
                               8pm PST
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Cunningham Avatar
June 26, 2020 at 2:25 AM
And it holds a treasure trove of fond memories. Tom
Romios Avatar
June 26, 2020 at 6:45 AM
There's much more in it, but hoped that drew a picture. I can still smell her house in it! Amazing as it is 50 years old! It's like o Ending a door and walking into the past. Panagiota
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