Left Over
I found a piece of mom's pie,
frozen since Christmas.
I observed it as a holy relic,
ashamed by the disregard
with which I had slipped it
into a ziplock bag.
I must have tipped the freezer door
closed with an elbow
and set about my lists as if
there would always be more.
How quickly I had forgotten it,
made flat in the weight
of these days.
I ate the remains with a sterling fork
but the butterscotch tasted like peas.
– Teresa Kiplinger
As I read your beautiful, haunting words I can feel the emotion welling up inside of me. I try to push them down and look away for a moment, hoping to avoid the stream of tears that come spilling from my eyes anyway!!
Thank you for reminding of the important things in life.
Your words touch a place in my heart… reserved for only those that understand. You are amazing.
I’d give anything to be able to have my Mom bake a pie and give me a slice.
This brought tears – again – as I’ve read it before. Maybe it’s because it’s the last day of the worst year I’ve ever lived through. But your words touched home once again.
This is the emotions of so many right now. We are in this together. For you, I wish for brighter days!
Beautiful words & jewelry, Teresa.
I’ll bake you a new one💕💕
Love you
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