Remembrance

It is the simplest of things that dredge up memories.
A cracker in the sugar bowl, swollen rice in the salt,
Beans simmering in an old and trusted pot
On the back of a stove that is nothing like you
Would ever remember. The subtle scent of Wind Song,
A glimpse of future, past, ghost touches of a childhood long
Gone. Gazing in a mirror and seeing the reflection of
Her looking back, I am amazed. I set the table with
The last piece of Blue Willow, Mothers pride and joy,
Soft shadow watching from away, she knows the care
With which I have carried it. A red shawl tucked safely in
The bureau, a table cloth stained with old and rusty blood,
The last of the flowing ember that kept soul and body
As one. Small pieces of thread and buttons in a tin that
Still have the sparkle of love. There is something comforting
In the smell of mothballs and lotion, like being rocked in
The bosom of a well loved friend. Remembrance.

Remembrance

Susan Isabella  Sheehan

SANTA CLARA, United States

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