Watermelon Basket

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Just One Word – “Hollow”
(posted by Marian)
“With the new year, let’s try a new weekend challenge here in the Garden. Let’s try allowing just one word to provide a springboard for our poems and see what happens.”

Large oval watermelon–
beginning of Mom’s
fabulous fruit-filled
basket. First step, hollow
out juicy pink melon,
leaving one strip of
rind on top. Mom cut
zig-zag fringe to make
a handle. No one could
hold a candle to the artistry
she displayed. Myriad of
melons were turned
into balls with a scoop, golden
pineapple and small strawberries
added last. Everyone oohed
and aahed at Mom’s glorious
creation. There is a hollow
in my heart when I think of Mom
and her celebrated baskets of fruit.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to Watermelon Basket

  1. Helen says:

    Your poem made me smile and warmed my heart ….

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  2. Jim says:

    That must have been a beautiful fruit basket. Sarah, your poem triggers memories of Moms really nice. My mom was expected to bring a chocolate pastry rolled, filled with whip cream and frosted with dark chocolate coffee laced frosting. She called it a “chocolate roll.”
    ..

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  3. This is such lovely way to remember — the dual use of hollow works very well. A beautifully emotive piece!

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  4. Rall says:

    I loved this poem. I can see that fruit basket. Lovely.

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  5. What a beautiful sight that must have been, requiring a labour of love to create. Wow!

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  6. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    Oh, I agree. Those recipes that can really never be re-created. We have tried and sometimes I think it just must be the love that was infused in them!

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  7. Marian says:

    Ah, I love this!!! It’s perfect, a perfect memory. Love.

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  8. sanaarizvi says:

    This is absolutely perfect! ❤️ Such a poignant and heart-warming memory 🙂

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