cronechronicler

You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying

Stories From My Kitchen Sink

on June 26, 2019

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


13 responses to “Stories From My Kitchen Sink

  1. Jay says:

    Memories can be wonderful, indeed.

  2. vivachange77 says:

    They sure are, Jay. Thanks.

  3. Ah I love memories like these and keeping presents from our children going.

  4. Resa says:

    Wow! You have a great creative memory!
    The only thought I have ever had, looking at my kitchen sink is, “What a mess! Uch”

  5. hbsuefred says:

    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.

  6. I understand this experience too. That vase from a secondhand shop when we biked the rail trail for my 70th…. That cup from a potter’s sale… That bowl from a supermarket in Kyoto… That butter knife from my sister. Lovely, isn’t it?

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