Oh Sara, such a gorgeous sentiment and such a well-written poem! I just love it. I have so many of my mother's things to keep as memories of her. I never use them. I just like to have them as remembrances, like her perfume, which I never wear, but it brings her back into the room.
Aprons and handkerchiefs were a subtle presence in my first memoir:
“My cheeks burned from the vapors of the hot broth, so Grandma wiped my face with her apron, her pocket bulging a little with a cotton hanky she had substituted for the mint tea sprigs she often brought in from her garden.”
Excerpt From: Marian Longenecker Beaman. “Mennonite Daughter.” Apple Books.
Oh Sara, such a gorgeous sentiment and such a well-written poem! I just love it. I have so many of my mother's things to keep as memories of her. I never use them. I just like to have them as remembrances, like her perfume, which I never wear, but it brings her back into the room.
I still keep my mother's apron as a memory of her.
A lovely remembrance, Sara, in a well paced poem. 💞
Lovely reminiscence, Sara!
Aprons and handkerchiefs were a subtle presence in my first memoir:
“My cheeks burned from the vapors of the hot broth, so Grandma wiped my face with her apron, her pocket bulging a little with a cotton hanky she had substituted for the mint tea sprigs she often brought in from her garden.”
Excerpt From: Marian Longenecker Beaman. “Mennonite Daughter.” Apple Books.