Preservation
I must have learned to stand up for myself at an early age. As if it happened just yesterday, I see my mother marching back to the market to wave her purchase in front of the manager.
how things gel
into long-term memory—
the leggy insect
suspended inside
a jar of marmalade
—Haibun Today, June 2014
Powerful piece!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Peggy - and thanks!
DeleteGo, Mama! Yikes, but that would be gross. But I enjoy the way you told it!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was gross! Always glad to see you stop by!
DeleteLove the metaphor in this one!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jenny!
DeleteA vivid picture forms in my mind. Did this turn you off marmelade for life?
ReplyDeleteAdelaide
Nope, still like it!
DeleteWhat we remember . . . and what we forget. That is one of life's mysteries, isn't it. And what a visual ! ! !
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