Homemade gifts like the ones children make in school. Throughout the years both Robin and Gretchen would come home and give me something they made in school. I still have the horseshoe Robin used to display miniature ceramic horses he made for the art show at The Art Institute of Phoenix, winning in the most creative category.
This morning on Facebook one of the varied ceramic pieces Gretchen has made over the years popped up in my memories, and I realized a number of them are displayed on the shelf in our living room. Before our world was turned upside down, she was taking a ceramics class this semester. She’s still in it but since everything has moved online the focus of the class has changed not many students have a pottery wheel sitting in their backyard. Just one of the numerous items my husband has acquired over the years.
Look over my shelves
at vast collection of stuff
NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!
Good morning readers and welcome to day twenty of napowrimo. I was having a difficult time deciding on a homemade gift. At first I thought, Whoever has given me a homemade gift? Then I realized my husband has painted pictures for me throughout the years and has written me poetry (I’m still waiting for a new poem this year) and the poetry made me think of all the poems Gretchen has sent me. Then I went on Facebook and one of the ceramic pieces she made in high school popped up in my memories. I realized there are homemade gifts a plenty in this house and I took a picture of a shelf where three of Gretchen’s pieces are displayed. As my dad’s 79th birthday was yesterday I like the fact the photo of him and my mom are also there on the shelf.
Today’s #haikuchallenge word is stuff so I used it in my poem. One person’s stuff is another person’s junk. When I asked Shawn where he got his latest item now in the backyard, he told me, I made more space. Just because the backyard has been cleaned up and rearranged doesn’t mean you can collect more junk. He obviously disagrees.