Silver Anniversary
Cut glass, silver and fine linen stowed away unseen
in my mother’s attic, remnant of the queen
she knew as a mother. From it I extract
a latent innuendo that I construe as fact
that my mother finds within her something of the same—
some hidden possibility she, too is a grand dame
who might one day need niceties like crystal goblets and
napkins hand-embroidered by a genteel hand.
I hear the screen door closing in the kitchen down below,
close the trunk lid. Swiftly down the attic stairs I go.
But when I greet my mother, though I’m sure my manner’s normal,
I start to plan an anniversary dinner that’s more formal
than their usual getaway for movie and a meal
at a local diner that is hardly a big deal.
I’ll have dad distract mom with some ordinary chore,
then cook a special dinner, buy flowers and what’s more,
resurrect my grandma’s china, silver, linens and her glass
and show my mom that I for one recognize her class!
Prompt words today are stow, extract, screen, latent,glass linen, attic. Image. by Jamie Coupaud on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Love it! I love the emotion in this poem; I experienced it for myself.
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Thanks, Andrea.
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What a lovely idea to surprise her with a formal dinner.
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Thanks, Sadje. But, although I did plan and serve my folks’ 25th Anniversary party, this particular poem is fiction.
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Well written Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Lovely poem! 😊
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How I love this… let me count the ways… if only in my fantasies…for I am at that stage–please…do let the curtain raise….
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Are you still in Canada, Glen? On the boat?
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This is a great piece of fiction that reads very truthful.
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Thanks, Lauren..
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Lovely.
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