I’d sit in her kitchen as she stirred the tea,
Eyeing the shelves that creaked under weight,
Mugs that she’d bought at every seaside shop,
Every city she visited too, she’d find those places,
The souvenir shacks filled with tea towels
And and money boxes and sugary sticks of coloured rock.
Most people buy the magnets to stick to their fridge
But the mugs were the things that called to her.
A mug shaped like a bus and one like a church,
Several are painted with cityscape vistas.
And she brings them all home, wrapped up in paper,
Places them lovingly onto those shelves
Where they remind her each day, of the world that’s out there,
The world that still waits, for when she can fly.
Margot Kinberg
Oh, there’s nothing like those treasures we find in places we visit. And mugs can be such a great reminder of a lovely trip. You capture that very effectively, I think. And I hope the time will come very soon when we can travel again…
Greg Dennison
I love the bus mug
anotherkatewilson
I used to collect mugs when I travelled. 🙂 Not the ideal souvenir, as they’re heavy and fragile. But I like to be reminded of places and things I’ve done I’ve been when I look at them.
patientandkindlove
I like a good magnet. They are definitely much lighter to bring back.