Stained Apron

by Maple Tree   Nov 5, 2015

I've placed food upon plates
over a tasteful conversation,
wafting aromas flavored linens
for years to follow.

I can smell her strawberry icing
mixed with a warm, afternoon,
country sun.

Grandmother Dorothy,
her apron stained with
my childish tears and
I still remember the
fabric, and the feeling
it gave me after it left
my cheek.

Four am-
milking dairy cattle with Papa,
playing cards with uncle Gary
while aunt Kate blinded me
with an old seventies camera.

I give thanks for memories,
aromas that will never leave
stained aprons, and that abandoned
farm in Kansas....

Thanksgiving is a memory

I'm thankful to look back on




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  • 3 years ago

    by Dixiedaisy

    Stained Apron by Maple Tree 

    What a joyful and reminiscent poem about longing for the past. You have created a lovely picture with your poetry, one that symbolizes youth and a harder way of life than what many have come accustomed to in this era of hustle and bustle. The title ties in beautifully with the poem. The poem allowed me to visualize things as they were told. 

  • 3 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Childhood memories are those that needs to be treasured and will always remain with us no matter how long; and it pops into our mind just by a scent, a dish or a moment...well penned and Congrats on the win!

  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Congrats on the win dear friend! Such a special piece <3

    • 3 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Awww thank you ladies....

      My Papas smiling I just know it...thank you Mary Anne for inspiring me on this poem.

  • 3 years ago

    by Cindy

    Congratulations on your win.
    Take care Cindy

  • 3 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    "Memories in the corner of my eyes". This indeed is a sentimental piece. These are the moments where we wished we could go back in time and relive that moment just one more time. I know I wished to go home and celebrate the holidays in my country the old fashion way. I will always cherish that.

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