The Bowl

I have one particular bowl, in use for years, but these days I put my evening meds in it. The memory of its making is a treasure and using it a continual reminder …

THE BOWL

a child’s hands
poked and molded the clay

his face scrunched in absorption                
at the making
and the shaping

until he held it up
eyes alight
“it’s a bowl” he said

for years it held oddments
paperclips   buttons
old pennies
a broken clay mouse

until it came
to be what it is –
the memory of a child

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first published in 7Beats Here and Now

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About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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1 Response to The Bowl

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    Collecting memories, never just things, lovely way you have to say that!

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