my mother turned 70
and took up canning,
a fun hobby to fill
her retirement time.
she proudly delivered
a box to me—jams and
salsa, and sauce. colored
love trapped in hard
glass with golden tops.
“you should get bags
of rice and beans too,
every week,” she said,
touching my hand.
in case.
in case.
my mother turned 70
and took up canning
because she’s worried
we won’t have enough.
*85/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
So sweet, Bridgette, God bless your mum!
Aww! Thank you, John. She’s in town visiting and I love having her close again.
🤙🏻☺️❤️
Lovely!
Thank you!
This is a sweet little poem about maternal instincts and concerns.
Thanks. Yeah, she’s really worried with the price of gas, wars, and everything else going on. This is how she knows to be helpful and show how much she cares.
Ever so sweet Bridgette
Thanks, my mom is the best.
What a sweet and tender piece! As umashankar and John noted in the comments, capturing those quiet maternal instincts and concerns brings so much warmth to the page. God bless your mum, Bridgette—congrats on reaching poem #85!
Aww! Thank you. She’s really worried about the state of the world right now, and for good reason, and so she’s channeling that anxiety into making sure her family has food. It’s very kind. I’m lucky to have her.
That is the sweetest, most practical way to show love! Turning that worry into care and nourishment for her family is truly special. You’re so blessed to have her!
If I may say, this work (like your mother’s) is thoughtful, wistful, and endearing.
Aww! Thank you for the kindness.
that’s sweet, and of course I like the “colored love…” line.
That’s my favorite line too. Thanks!