Cedar chest open before me.
Sunlight falling through iced windows.
Piles of unfolded sweaters strewn inside. I sort and fold.
Piles of unfolded sweaters strewn inside. I sort and fold.
To donate, to keep, to refurbish.
Underneath the sweaters lie sentimental treasures.
Soft with age.
Annaliese passes in the hall with a math lesson and runs to call the other kids.
She's been asking to go through here for a long time.
The varies colors of wool remnants, like Joseph's coat of many colors, unfolds thick and warm. Our kid's great grandmother pulled her boys, wrapped in this, across the snow in a runner sled. The black and white photo lies in a drawer.
4 comments:
What a beautiful post! Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful. I needed that this morning..
thank you
sue in NJ
Beautiful, thank you for sharing part of you life.
amazing x
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