butter she
mixed with sugar
and fed to us
on saltine crackers
we washed it down
with powdered milk
we were poor
we were rich
we didn’t know either
until we
went to school
and our dolls of paper,
worthless
to friends whose had
vinyl and mohair
and real clothes,
became priceless
because
she’d made
them all
by hand
for Mom and for Grandma (Elaine Rogers, 1926
– 2010)
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
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Priceless for sure! Tender tribute...I love the second stanza.
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DeleteI like how you painted her with her actions, food and dolls...all priceless and precious after all ~
ReplyDeleteLovely share ~
Thank you, Heaven :)
DeleteA lovely, perfect poem. One of those sweet prickly things that starts with a bit of an ache when we are young. And then, time passes, and - and we become women - and it becomes a celebration of one of the many reasons we are - who we are.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't have said it better myself Doodles. Thank you!
Deletewow..love this...better a paper doll made by hand and with love than a super-expensive vinyl and mohair doll..priceless indeed
ReplyDeleteBetter, yes. Thank you Claudia!
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we didnt know either...smiles...that sums it up well right there...life was simple, i can relate growing up....and then the comparison....ugh i wish it was not like that...
Me too, and yet sometimes that is how we learn the true value of things. Thank you Brian!
DeleteThe first stanza reminds me so much of my great-grandmother, who knew abject poverty in Germany as a child. I think that's why, as an adult in the U.S., she finished every meal--yes, even breakfast--with a piece of bread and butter sprinkled with sugar. Thank you for jogging my memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing her story. I love to hear those remembrances. Thanks for commenting Magical!
DeleteWe were dirt poor too. My mum had six of us to try to feed and it wasn't ever easy. We didn't have too much but, we didn't know how poor we were until we saw what all the other kids had but, our mother loved us and as a child who needs to have that most of all, we were rich too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely read and, it's a wonderful tribute to your mother and grandmother. :)
Indeed rich in love is much better than rich in any other thing. Thank you for stopping by and for sharing a bit of your story Daydreamertoo.
DeleteA single mom who makes paper dolls by hand to provide for her kids.....that's what moms do, isnt it? This is lovely, so poignant. Her love made you richer than the other kids ever were.
ReplyDeleteYes, my mom learned some things from growing up this way that illustrate meaning in life. Thank you Sherry, I appreciate your comment.
DeleteYou have captured the hardships of growing up poor, and the tireless self-sacrifice of those who provide love and warmth for their children - a gift beyond the possessions acquired by wealthier people. This is a wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry. A costlier gift at times. I appreciate your visit!
DeleteThe paper dolls speak to me too: mine were flat with paper outfits you could hang on them. Rich? Rich in love and attention.
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And more valuable in memory. Thank you for visiting and commenting on my post aprille!
DeleteLovely and sentimental, this speaks of appreciation earned through challenge and love.
ReplyDeleteKim, kind of you to comment--thank you very much!
DeleteI love how the simplicity of a toil out of love provides a richness that store-bought items can never have. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate that as well--thank you so much for commenting Photo!
DeleteIt can often take us a while to see the true value of things.
ReplyDeleteIt can, yes. I appreciate your visit J!
DeleteI love this. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteCotali- glad you do, thanks so much.
DeleteSetting up the contrast involving school and dolls via food was an effective strategy. Well-built stuff!
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting Jack :)
DeleteThis is so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. For me it was Barbie Dolls and her clothes my mother couldn't afford, so I got some kind of knock-off doll and she knitted the clothes for me, lots of them, and they were so precious and special. Your poem reminded me and created a precious connection to that memory. Thanks so much.
ReplyDeleteThank you Serena, I'm glad it connected with you. And thanks for sharing your memories!
DeleteAbsolutely beautiful!!! Things that are made with love and have thought are of more value than that which money can buy. Excellent writing!
ReplyDeleteLaura, kind compliments--thank you very much :-)
Deletethat's as lovely as the love recognized.
ReplyDeletejossina- thank you very much--glad you stopped by.
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