Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Ode To The Container With The Green Lid

It lived in our kitchen. Snuggled between the fruit and the bread.

In the beginning, I thought it would be on the next shuttle to Dumpsterville. But it took up residence instead.

Several times a day, it occupied center stage. Letting us draw deeply from its bounty.

I loved it. I hated it. My independence. My failure. All twisted together in my head.

It made me worry, often, if my child was being short changed.

It made me do a little dance, when I realized I could fit into clothes from which I had sadly become estranged.

It was nourishment and comfort. The start and finish of each day.

It represented my son's babyhood.

And I could have done it a month ago... but today I threw it away.

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