My new years’ resolutions are like blue painted plates my grandmother
used to collect with a scene in white and the year in large swooping font,
some (the favorites) hung across the top of the kitchen for display, others
stacked in the cabinets, laden with intentions of one day making it out.
When she died, we came in to clean the house and each took a plate,
mine, 1966, now sits growing dusty on a bookshelf.
I clean it every January 2.
smiles…what a bit of nostalgia in those plates….cool that you got yours…a little history to carry with you…interesting ending too with it collecting dust…cleaned up to start each new year…
smiles…what a bit of nostalgia in those plates….cool that you got yours…a little history to carry with you…interesting ending too with it collecting dust…cleaned up to start each new year…
B-Miller you always make me smile. thank you so much!
B-Miller you always make me smile. thank you so much!
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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