Monday, March 27, 2017

Memories and monuments


We still have the dented measuring cups and spoons my mother used all her long married life, and we use them too. We open the drawer to the right of the stove, and there they are, along with her rolling pin and biscuit cutter — a drawer full of memories and monuments. Her old flour sifter is on the top shelf in the spice cabinet. And there are dozens of other items, from implements to pans, trays to pots, knives — good god, and there are the cutting boards my father made shortly after the war, which there is no need to name, because there is ever and always only just one. Come home, my love, come home, and let us have children.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Very beautiful and filled with nostalgic emotion~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....