Memories. . .
They come out of nowhere and take you by surprise don’t they?
One did just that as I came across a wild garden at the side of a building. So many pretty flowers I thought.
These ones caught my eye; made my breath catch in my throat. They reminded me of my grandmother you see. My Nonna, the woman I was named after.
Santina. A name I wanted so badly to anglicize as a child. Now as an adult I keep it close to my heart and pull it out for special occasions.
Memories of…
- the way she rocked me to sleep
- the smell of bread baking in her kitchen
- how she told me she loved me the day I moved away
- how my heart broke when she no longer remembered me
Memories.
They sneak up and catch you off guard.
These ones – Hollyhocks – took me back to my childhood. I never knew what they were called, just that they grew at the side of Nonna’s house.
Today they wound their way around my heart.
