"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Little Shop of Memories


Sitting on shelves
like price tagged artifacts,
antique kitchen items
remind me of cinnamon,
and my mother apron deep
in showing how much
she loved me.

©Susie Clevenger 2019


9 comments :

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A sweet memory (in more ways than one). You paint a wonderful picture with so few, well-placed brush-strokes. She comes alive for me and I can almost smell her kitchen.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so know how certain items bring back memories of our mothers, or grandmothers. Loved this, Susie.

Revived Writer said...

Cooking for someone can be one of the best acts of love.

Kim M. Russell said...

There’s no science to what triggers memories – it’s pure magic!

annell4 said...

This is so sweet!! Yes, these are things of memories...and your Mother loved you dear.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I love the sensitivity with which this poem is penned, Susie. There are indeed certain things that trigger memories of our loved ones.

Magaly Guerrero said...

There is so much magic in scent and sight, in memory that keeps love alive.

Rommy said...

Just a sweet little piece. Each line feels like one of those kitchen knickknacks - meant to be appreciated and even held a little individually, but taken all together they're a major chapter in family lore.

signed...bkm said...

my mother apron deep....beautiful image especially with Mothers Day around the corner...bkm

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