As I look at my sink
Dishes stacked to be washed
Remind me of days long gone by
Each one tells me a story
A heart-warming moment its gift
Blue glass Starbuck’s mug
Harks back to first son
Long conversations we shared
While his baby son in car carrier slept
Mug greets my mornings today
The crinkly green juice glass
Sole remainder of set
Marks when I was pregnant
With son number two
Now I use it to take morning pills
Little brown bowl rounded out a set
For meals many years later shared
By third son a school teacher
And me living alone
Holidays celebrated in style
Memories can be wonderful, indeed.
They sure are, Jay. Thanks.
Ah I love memories like these and keeping presents from our children going.
Yes, Alison. The blue Starbucks mug I drink my morning coffee from was a gift from my daughter-in-law so I would remember my good visit with them. That baby in the car carrier is now a junior in college. He recently picked me up in his second-hand car and took me out to lunch,
Thats lovely.
🙂 ❤
Wow! You have a great creative memory!
The only thought I have ever had, looking at my kitchen sink is, “What a mess! Uch”
Thanks, Resa. I wish I could imagine beautiful gowns when I look in my closet.
The best use one can make of many old things is to inspire sentimental and happy memories. I know I still have some similar objects in my cupboards that often wind up in my sink, too.
Thanks. That is the wonder of simple old things