It's just a bit of twisted glass, lightly tinted and shaped into a tall, cylindrical vase. It's been in my life for as long as I can remember. After my mother died in 92, I sold what I could bear to part with of her possesions, and have carried the remainder around with me ever since. Today the Calla lillies, I mean Iris' were blooming. I unearthed my mother's vase, and put some in my kitchen window. Just for a brief moment in time, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My Mother's Vase
It's just a bit of twisted glass, lightly tinted and shaped into a tall, cylindrical vase. It's been in my life for as long as I can remember. After my mother died in 92, I sold what I could bear to part with of her possesions, and have carried the remainder around with me ever since. Today the Calla lillies, I mean Iris' were blooming. I unearthed my mother's vase, and put some in my kitchen window. Just for a brief moment in time, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
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