by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I remember you best
at blackberry time:
The best gatherer
of our time
who could out-pick
the Champion Blackberry King
with his shining buckets
and mounds upon
mounds
of the gems
shining
like your shining
eyes were,
dark, almost black.
I remember you best
when I go
into the woods
to gather berries,
reaching out
for the shining black
eyes
and seeing your brown,
strong hands again,
coming home
to show us
your treasures.
How good it felt
this blackberry time.
fourwindowspress 
You reminded me of the black berry bush in our garden , watching my brothers and sisters picking them for mum to make a pie…. then it was my turn to take the bowl and pick the berries for the family pie!! Thank you for the memory , bless you!
This is great! Love Ethel
🙂
This is such a beautiful poem Ethel, full of glistening berries and shining memories.
Love
Christine
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Love to you Christine. Thanks. Ethel
How poignant sweet memories so beautifully recaptured.
What would the world be without you. Love Ethel
As Ben said, very poignant. Beautiful work, as always, Ethel.
Thank you always. We are in the grip of moving and change. Love Ethel