Holiday Silver

Posted on December 19, 2022 by purplepeninportland 

Written for:  Sunday Muse
Photography with Naomi Robinson
I remember Mom's
wooden chest, lined
in red velvet.  Nestled
in their separate beds–
the "good silverware"–
only used on holidays.
When that chest was
ceremoniously placed
on the table, we knew.
Each piece had to be 
taken out, polished 
with pink cream, 
then rubbed dry
to a sheen.  I remember 
Mom's wooden chest.  
Wish I knew 
what happened
to it.

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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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4 Responses to Holiday Silver

  1. kaykuala says:
    December 19, 2022 at 4:17 pm

    Wish I knew what happened to it.

    It would be fun to have a memento for remembrance, Sara! Wishing you happy holidays Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

    Hank

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:
    December 19, 2022 at 8:40 pm

    This is beautiful Sara, but that last line really grabs the heart. This happens so much. We loose those things we hold dear. I hope you have a wonderful Holiday season my friend!

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