I wear our mothers’ jewellery to remember them by. I take it to places they never got to go – a ring to New York, a brooch to Barbados, a bracelet to Paris, talking to each piece about what we are seeing, as though the jewels are eyes into the new world our mothers now inhabit, a portal through which I can pass the apology for not having brought them to these places when they lived.
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This made me shed a tear. I brought my mother's engagement ring to Australia when I emigrated - the country where she was born but left as a child and never returned.
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ReplyDeletePoignant, Sherri. So much in so few words x
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DeleteSherri, your writing always moves me. Always.
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DeleteYour words always make me cry. Beautiful ♥
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