Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Moving Plates

The perfect home
has something sentimental
resting side by side
with the practical.

Everything a meaning,
a memory,
a moment - even the broken,
the chipped china,
but especially the hand woven
crochet craft work
and the little notes
you write yourself -

you leave for us
a forget-me-not trail
winding all the way
to 1939
when the plates
          of your atlas
moved forever.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2012
image prompt from poets united
inspired by Annette Rowntree-Clifford, who was forced to leave Germany and all that was dear when the war broke, and much that was precious was lost forever.

8 comments:

ds said...

So lovely, Shaista. Thank you. (and thank you for your visit the other day) Hand woven/crochet craft work, those little notes...always the details...and the perfect ending, echoing the china at the beginning, and yet, not.

Kim Nelson said...

... the trail of crumbs left behind to help us know what she loved and why...
Lovely, Shaila.

S.E. Ingraham said...

poignant words to go with a heart-wrenching photo ... the details are everything ... nicely done

Amy Perrotti said...

This is a very touching tribute. I love the way you put it into words. Words come hard for me.

When we bought our house which was built in 1947 (old to us) I decided to dedicate the decor to my family. One Grandmother's plates hang on the wall. Souvenirs from around the world from another Grandmother's travels. Shadow boxes with photos of my parents as children and their dearest toys, my Mother's doll, my Father's monkey puppet. :)

Sarah Laurence said...

Lovely poem! I like the image of chipped china being a moment.

Andy said...

Hello.
I liked how you portrayed all the little things left behind.
Very moving & vivid post.
Thanks for sharing.

Sorrow Has Entered My Heart

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Hey, kiddo, how are you doing over there across the pond? Hope you are well and happy.

Agnes said...

So beautiful Shaista.

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