A MOMENT OF SILENCE
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can you imagine??? I think you probably can relate to my friend Elizabeth at the
Little Black Door
when her
Blue & White came crashing down
it made my mind go back in time to those days of broken stuff and a certain day
when I had had just about
E.N.O.U.G.H.
I actually threw that cup at the wall and scared the bajeebers out of Charles when I
shouted
"if you're going to break it Charles, then surely you can break it better than that!"
(he was 8...he was helping me by unloading the dishwasher...and broke yet...another treasure)
that night, when I looked in on his sweet little guy self, in peaceful sleep...I felt like such a horrible mother...did I actually throw a cup at the wall over his head???
I sat down, full of sorrow and wrote this poem...
The Cup Without a Handle
The picture
frame had flowers
The cardinal
had a crest
The cup
had a handle
The broken
trifle dish my best
The topiary
had roses
Grown
in my garden last year
The sofa
was a handsome print
But
no one confessed to the tear
The china
baby had a head
With a bonnet
of crochet lace
One
hundred dollars became nothing
Especially
without her face
The carpet
has only one stain
That’s
significantly Orange Crush vomit
The roller
blade rut in the kitchen
Has
an iron imprint on it
The lapis
rabbit had two ears
The dryer
stores a dime
The cuckoo
clock had two hands
And once
kept perfect time
After
years of collecting
A
passion becomes immense
Yet with
baby hands and clumsy feet
It doesn’t
make much sense
This
year’s vacation film
Is in a
camera without a winder
A chair
without a leg
Only serves
as a reminder
That the trade
of a treasure
Through
different eyes I see
That nothing
can compare
To what
only once will be….
A giggle
in the dark
A band aid on the
knee
A wet
oatmeal kiss
A lullaby till
three
A smile
without a tooth
A left
foot in a right sandal
A tree house
on the ground
And
a cup without a handle
Now...here I am...all those years later...
I talked to Charles on the phone yesterday and he said to me
"mom, I gotta go...gotta situation here"
.... I heard a crash in the background as he hung up...his 2 year old had broken something...and I just had to laugh.
As I took these photos I realized 3 things
1. Could I have not done a worse job glueing?
2. Why did I save all the broken rabbits and not the rest?
3. The hands that broke these treasures are a treasure to me...and I would not trade how they are today for all the world!
ooopsie...it's leg came off
15 comments:
Oh yea---we all screwed up as mothers sometimes, didn't we? LOVE the poem-it is perfect. xo Diana
your lovely poem brought tears to my eyes. As mothers we do have our scars and moments we are not proud of. Your poem really brought up the past! Maybe one day I'll get up the nerve to post my poem to my oldest daughter when she delivered her happy news, I'm afraid I didn't take it well. Poem is called "Do I Look Like A Grandma To You"
Ugh, Gina! I'm mad at you for making me cry. You have no idea how much I relate to all of these things right now. Okay, yes you do. Teddy bears are ceiling fan fighters and matchbox cars have definitely left their dents in anything that jumps in front of them. I dare not admit to any of their wrong doings to my husband's mother because there is a mighty long list of things I'm privy to that the father of my children did as a boy. All that said, there is nothing sweeter than those little arms around your neck and a kiss on the lips x 2.
The poem and the post made me cry. There are some moments I wish I could do over, but there are more memories when I got it right. Such a precious post. I wish I had kept the broken things that the little ones touched and tortured. Now I have a cabinet full of collections and there's nothing that my grandbabes can hurt. They are just "things."
The heart of a mother wrote that poem. '-)
My mother-in-law, mother of four boys, with the youngest two being twins, was also the wife of a career military man. They moved frequently and he was also away for extended duties frequently. One thing she learned that she freely shared was, "Enjoy things while you have them. " I think that is good advice for all of us.
Thanks for sharing this heartfelt post.
Great poem...very sweet and touching!
Very touching! I gasped when I saw Orange Crush. The very same thing happened in our household :-)
Gina what a most poignant message and at a time like this....thank you so much for your kind comments on my site....
xoxo
Karena
The Arts by Karena
What a wonderful poem, it's true, I'd give anything to have those little hands around again.
Really needed to read this post and poem. My daughter was unloading the dishwasher yesterday and chipped one of my favorite bowls. Thankfully I kept my cool. Your words made me realize that.
you weave your words so beautifully, I enjoyed this so much,,you melted my heart,
You are the sweetest. Thanks for the sympathy. :) This was a really great post. Just what I needed to hear/read. Cheers to you my friend!!
Gina,
I love your poem ... This post touched my heart, thank you.
xo,
Vera
How funny, Gina, and quite right. If you're going to do something, do it properly.
Great poem!
Amalia
xo
Olá amiga, vim desejar-lhe um abençoado início de semana.
Poema fantástico...lindo!!!Minha vó dizia vão os anéis e ficam os dedos!
Tudo nesta vida passa!!!
Doce abraço Marie.
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