Mum’s Stained Glass by just mercedes

[Lizzie]

I Liked this poem very much.  The child of the depression reminded me so much of my paternal grandmother whose house was chock a block full of everything, as she didn't throw anything out either due to the depression.  I loved the imagery you invoked.  Very well done.

My grandmother did this too. When we had to move her after my grandfather passed, we found innumerable stacks of newspapers, used paper towels in bags, empty shampoo bottles -- so. many. things.

I digress.

The poem is wonderful and absolutely deserved the spotlight. Well done.