I wash the last remaining member of
my Mom’s set of Blue Ridge hand-painted plates,
green rim encircling apples on a stem, and remember when
those were new, a complete set, and the world held all its promise.
Chagall 2018
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Nice symbolism, Carlos. Be careful with that plate, and if it breaks, what then? I hope you like mosaics.
Thank you, Amaya. Perhaps it is indeed time for the plate to assume its final resting place in the curio cabinet. —CC
I love this poem. Would like to see a picture of the plate. (I have one remaining bowl from my grandmother’s china and can relate to that sentiment….)
Thank you, Betty. I have revised the post to include a pic of the plate – not the actual plate but its identical twin, found on Pinterest. I have a few such remnants from various sets that I keep in a curio. A coffee cup, a single salad plate, a gravy boat. They all smell of age and of the scented candles I keep there also.
It’s really beautiful! Thank you so much for showing me what it looks like.
I too have a curio (or hutch) displaying a few such relics. All with their memories…. (Oh yes, and the scent of a candle or two. ☺️ ) Thanks again for sharing, Carlos.
You are welcome, Betty. best – CC