Thursday, July 8, 2010

Early Memory


Hot, the summer sun pours onto my neck and head.

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/

14 comments:

  1. A childhood memory captured neatly and poetically.

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  2. I love that tomato smell! Nice.

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  3. Love the way you connected the wonderful smell of tomatoes with childhood milestones.

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  4. yep- that tomato smell transcends time. Tasty Magpie

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  5. ah what a beautiful memory...smiles. first steps and the smell of tomatoes...love it! great magpie!

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  6. This was very nice
    the smell of tomatoes....is memorable

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  7. The tomato scent is one that has the ability to return us to a memory - lovely poem!

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  8. I can totally picture this! Was I there, too? :) (or maybe in mom's womb??)

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  9. Terresa, 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.

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  10. The smell of tomatoes has that ability to send us hurtling back through the years. Great Magpie.

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  11. That scent and rough cement blocks takes me back in time, as well! Lovely.

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  12. sweet tale, that is full of lovely scents.

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  13. Childhood memories..I can feel the warmth..the definitive scent!!

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