Fierce broom ellensymons Poem Apr 14, 2015Apr 14, 2015 1 Minute Spring pulls back the rug points at winter’s housekeeping and wields a fierce broom. ____________________ 45.421530 -75.697193 Ottawa, ON, Canada Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by ellensymons Writing about the stories we tell ourselves. Always in transition from me to more me. Currently accepting all pronouns. View all posts by ellensymons Published Apr 14, 2015Apr 14, 2015
I can see Spring, in a cotton housedress like the ones my mother and grandmother wore when I was little, with her hair bound up in a bandanna and her broom firmly in her hand. LikeLike Reply
That was my image too, of your mother, I suppose, although I’m not sure I ever saw her dressed that way. Still, she’s in my head! LikeLike Reply
Hahah! Cute poem 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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I can see Spring, in a cotton housedress like the ones my mother and grandmother wore when I was little, with her hair bound up in a bandanna and her broom firmly in her hand.
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That was my image too, of your mother, I suppose, although I’m not sure I ever saw her dressed that way. Still, she’s in my head!
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