28 April 2011

Mom's china

Floral on ivory
crafted in Bohemia
edged in gold
plates, salad dishes
cups and saucers
serving platters
bowls large for soup
small for fruit
stashed unused for years
on shelves
in my mother's kitchen
cherished because
they belonged
to her mother
before her
these find a way
to my table
to honour both
where hearts gather
to find their joy
in the love and provision
of the Lord
here, where I feel
almost as fragile
as the fine china
moving my past
into my future.

for Random Acts of Poetry - Mother's Day

1 comment:

L.L. Barkat said...

I really liked this ending. It surprised me...

"here, where I feel
almost as fragile
as the fine china
moving my past
into my future."

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