Hello people who read my blog. This is a just a quick note to say that I'm sorry that I haven't been blogging for multiple weeks, despite my goals and despite my promise to. I made a lot of excuses to myself why I wasn't blogging week after week, and I will probably tell you about all of that, but I won't make any excuses to you guys. I will say that I'm sorry, and I will try not to cut myself off from this way of expressing myself in the future, because it's a really good thing for my soul. I will hopefully have a real blog post up sometime in the next week.
Love, Hannah
But those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him] shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up [close to God] as eagles [mount up to the sun]; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired. - Isaiah 40:31 (Amplified)
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
In honor of Mother's Day
Toucan Sam - 5/8/13
Washing my cereal bowl in the sink
I remember
washing the aged plastic outside
with the smell of campfire hanging thick and heavy
under the spout on the side of a water fountain
the used and dirty water splashing against the sun-warm concrete
cold on my feet
and flip-flops.
I remember
receiving the bowl,
dark cream fading to yellow starting out as
light cream
with toucan sam proudly proclaiming his love for fruit loops
on the cereal box prize
my mother spent five box tops plus $3.99 shipping and handling for
and filled to the brim with conversation hearts for valentine's day.
I was ecstatic.
I remember
taking table scraps out to our dog
and coming back later to find his teeth marks
circling the rim
still carved there
all these years later now.
I didn't mind.
I remember
my mother giving me this bowl again,
a memento of my childhood
to carry into adulthood,
and as I stand here at the sink of a house that I moved into three days ago,
in a kitchen that I scrubbed on my hands and knees like
I've watched my mother do countless times
keeping the house clean for her family in the best way she knew
I remember
my mother
and I realize
how much I love her
and how much she loves me.
Washing my cereal bowl in the sink
I remember
washing the aged plastic outside
with the smell of campfire hanging thick and heavy
under the spout on the side of a water fountain
the used and dirty water splashing against the sun-warm concrete
cold on my feet
and flip-flops.
I remember
receiving the bowl,
dark cream fading to yellow starting out as
light cream
with toucan sam proudly proclaiming his love for fruit loops
on the cereal box prize
my mother spent five box tops plus $3.99 shipping and handling for
and filled to the brim with conversation hearts for valentine's day.
I was ecstatic.
I remember
taking table scraps out to our dog
and coming back later to find his teeth marks
circling the rim
still carved there
all these years later now.
I didn't mind.
I remember
my mother giving me this bowl again,
a memento of my childhood
to carry into adulthood,
and as I stand here at the sink of a house that I moved into three days ago,
in a kitchen that I scrubbed on my hands and knees like
I've watched my mother do countless times
keeping the house clean for her family in the best way she knew
I remember
my mother
and I realize
how much I love her
and how much she loves me.
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