Gathering of fall’s harvest
Revives scents of yesteryear
Flavors of heritage
Slipping into present moments
Cabbage rolls and perogies
Wafting into memories of mother
A lover of gardens
A gentle soul
A survivor of war’s evils
Calling Canada home
Still hearing her voice
Thankful for freedom’s blessings
V.J.’s Challenge: Gathering
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About Olga
I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
What a sweet poem and memory of your mother. Hard to imagine what she might have endured and yet she taught you appreciation for life and the gifts of abundance.
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Thank-you, V.J. Yes, she did go through many transgressions. I was privy to some of the stories. She’s always a bright light, shining her spirit of endurance, against all odds.
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Sounds like there is a book there. Same with my Mom – she’s amazing actually.
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Lovely – a tender moment.
Oh for the survivors of war’s evils and what they carried/carry with them. My parents loved gardens too. I’m guessing they found much solace in them.
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Thank-you, Arati. Interesting that your parents found solace in gardening also. I think to own a plot of land that can’t be taken away at the whim of a government was a big deal. My mother’s father had all his farmland taken away by the government of the day and they survived on potatoes that had been hidden… 😦
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Wow! How intense!
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Beautiful picture and your words struck a chord deep within me. Beautiful, Olga! Survivors of war …. I know it close and personal through my husband.
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Thank-you, Amy. Survivors carry many stories on their shoulders.
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Aint that the truth!
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Beautiful words 🙋
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Thank-you, Bee. ❤
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I enjoy the imagery in this poem. Reminds me of my parents surviving against tough conditions as refugees. They loved to garden as well. They enjoy the beauty of the seasons which gives them peace. Thank you for the beautiful poem!
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Thank-you for sharing your story about your parents. Gratitude takes on a stronger flavor being a child of survivors. 🙂
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