7 thoughts on “Breaking my mother’s plate on Lynn’s birthday

  1. Ends always come one way or another. Our resistance to them is what causes the pain. Imagining seeing the beauty of that last yellow rose and then to watch it die would be difficult.

  2. A lovely pair – full of humour and irony and warmth too. I particularly liked the intimacy in the first – I imagine that red plate, the cracks and your mother’s face looking down – sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning.

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