Today is the day my mother was born.
We grew up celebrating this day.
In 2011 she went to Heaven.
She was ready, prepared, willing and wanting.
I don’t remember her ever not having these china teapots.
I think they were her mothers.
They have been with me my whole life.
They are very delicate and I am always so careful with them.
Their delicateness makes me think of how fragile life can be
and how we should never take a day for granted.
She gave them to me.
She wanted me to have them.
I often wonder why me, why not one of her other daughters.
I don’t know this answer but I am grateful that I have them.
Memories can be fine and delicate
and sometimes the best memories
are created during the most simplest of occasions and
we have no idea how those moments
can be that memory that stays with us for a lifetime
and establish just who we are to ourselves and to each other.