Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem for Today: Hanging on a Memory, an Apron

Ruffles, pink and white
around the edges of fabric worn
by hands rubbed clean
and pockets

for handkerchiefs
and bits of things
like one sprig of lavender

from crushing fingers
that release the scent
of her, my cushion-soft
English granny


Country Whispers said...

Oh this brings memories of my grandmother. She would be 101 if she were still here with us. I kept her frilly aprons and still use them to this day. Her hankies are tucked away in my cedar chest.
When I see or think of those things I can smell her perfume and feel her giving me that BIG hug that she always gave us kids.

Granny Sue said...

I think I would have liked your grandmother, Jessica. Mine was such a little Englishwoman, so proper but so loving. I'm glad to have been able to prompt your memories of yours.

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