Moisture rains from the hose I hold.
The smell of my tomatoes growing sends me
to the early memory of my parents’ first backyard,
a short brick fence and a planter box, sturdy, and
full of dirt and tomatoes.
I am small, dark-haired, and smiling.
Mom holds my fingertips and dad grins at my progress
as I walk and touch the rough cement blocks.
The smell of tomatoes fills the air.
Magpie Tales #22 - Photo credit Willow @ http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
A childhood memory captured neatly and poetically.
ReplyDeleteI love that tomato smell! Nice.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you connected the wonderful smell of tomatoes with childhood milestones.
ReplyDeleteyep- that tomato smell transcends time. Tasty Magpie
ReplyDeleteah what a beautiful memory...smiles. first steps and the smell of tomatoes...love it! great magpie!
ReplyDeleteThis was very nice
ReplyDeletethe smell of tomatoes....is memorable
The tomato scent is one that has the ability to return us to a memory - lovely poem!
ReplyDeletesweet magpie!
ReplyDeleteI can totally picture this! Was I there, too? :) (or maybe in mom's womb??)
ReplyDeleteTerresa, my sis, you were a tiny baby in our mom's tummy. I think I was about 1. You would've been born about 7 months later. Let's find the pictures of it and check the dates on the back.
ReplyDeleteThe smell of tomatoes has that ability to send us hurtling back through the years. Great Magpie.
ReplyDeleteThat scent and rough cement blocks takes me back in time, as well! Lovely.
ReplyDeletesweet tale, that is full of lovely scents.
ReplyDeleteChildhood memories..I can feel the warmth..the definitive scent!!
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