Season 2, #4: Visits for remembering. For making memories new.
A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.
Yes. Those little bits left over in the mug, clinging to the edge 😅 i'm delighted this redonated with you! Thanks for the comment.
Such a touching piece. I find this so relatable, and particularly enjoy this bit:
"Five souls in a room,
Counting the distance made,
Together or apart;
Weaved in the wind"
Thanks Bethel for the comment and taking the time to read and enjoy!
A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.
Yes. Those little bits left over in the mug, clinging to the edge 😅 i'm delighted this redonated with you! Thanks for the comment.
Such a touching piece. I find this so relatable, and particularly enjoy this bit:
"Five souls in a room,
Counting the distance made,
Together or apart;
Weaved in the wind"
Thanks Bethel for the comment and taking the time to read and enjoy!