lovely and very well rhymed Joyce, enjoyed reading

wonderful joyce... just wonderful! your poem made me speechless. can't help but feel nostalgic myself. loved every line of it. thank you for sharing it.

be well,
Sheri

I want to see the picture and bring this Wonderful sweet poem together!
Lady J- YOU were indeed blessed! I think it was meant for you to find it, cuz it would be truly loved and deeply appreciated!
AS is this treasured poem!
I love your easy flowing heart Lady J!
Write On!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheoooxoo

STay Positive!

I think of two of my grandmother's favorite fragrances from her Avon lady as a child--"Topaz" and "Persian Wood." And I too confess that I would play dress up with her "ear bobs" and her necklaces of imitation pearls that would fall past my waistline--I was a short kiddo--not to mention the boxed scented body powders and the big soft poofy (yep, said "poofy") puffs that if you put too much on made me look as if I was a snow bunny.

You know Sis. Joyce I thank you for this remembrance in verse.
Much love,
cynth'ya

This is a wonderful tribute to your memories with Mamaw``*

OH Joyce, the way you write your beautiful gentle soul just shines through and obviously it is a family trait. Wonderful. Liz

I love to hear of your stories, and the fond memories you have that make you...YOU! Love, holly

Dear Joyce you are a good hearted teacher and a good granddaughter. You brought your grandmother to life. It is a blessing for both of you. I thank you for reading my poem. "The Human Experiences"
I read a few poems of yours. You have a great talent. Love Emile

I didn't touch anything, actually, but remember too my grandma's dresser with her 'feminine' things all over it. Those rooms were dark, too, cause of the winter or summer's hot sun.

A true treasure you found in that shop, and a treasure of a poem you have penned, Joyce.

A nice trip down memory lane. I relly enjoyed the poem.. Am glad you bought the brush....M

Joyce, this poem have the quality to take the reader back in time, when his little girls discovered the Victorian screts of grandma's dresser, with wonderous things, brushes so soft that made them giggle, and powders, and ivory combs, and a gold framed crystal mirror...
Thanks!!!

Georg

A great find for you
I did enjoy your write..
Ron

I can almost smeel that old woody smell mixed with powder, in an old tranquil setting, when life was slower and happier..

Wow you have brought back some wonderful memories
painted in the beautiful colors of life
Your words painted a vivid picture
And imagery and I love the flow!!
Peace Love And hugssss....Morning Star

a beautiful artist painting, felt like i could see them as I read...lovely memories...love how you say "mamaw"

...wonderful remembrances...envisioned in your pen...of brushed softness...and magic reflections...hearts treasures.
wonderful Joyce...
John

An excellent depicting... "Just Like Mamaw..." has painted its story with the collors of the rainbow of creativity.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Joyce, my friend, you know how to wake up those sleeping memories...well done!

Cheers,
Dan

The picture you paint reminds me of my grandkids joy of playing with my wife and daughters makeup. Enjoyed

Wonderful imagery, Joyce. I think we all have memories like that but you describe them so vividly.
Beautiful!
Love,
Becca~

Joyce, the images in this brought back many wonderful memories of sitting at my Mother's dresser. This paints such a wonderful canvas to enjoy for every reader. It's a great writing!

Joyce this is imagery of the best kind! A flawless gem to read and treasure!So glad you found the dresser set!

Luv
et

Brava for making us see the glass and clouds of powder; lavender, if I'm not mistaken. Also love the colors in the mirror you kindly hold up. Nothing like a good grandmother! My mother's mother keeps surfacing in poems. Still see the doughnut-like"rat" she used to pull her hair through. She kept it in a silver. . .don't know what to call it. It was round and had a lid with fancy scrawls. I was so surprised when she undid her braids. Think I thought it came braided! The memories I have of her =- memories she gave me -- help push away the dark. Thanks for reminding me, Luv. And for all the thoughtful reviews!! Pea Hooluvzya

I'm on my way to Kentucky...Where is this store?
I love this poetry. The fluffy white powder puff
takes my vivid imagination back to my early childhood.
Thanks Joyce.

Superb writing, my friend; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Joyce, I especially like your poem because it brought back similar memories for me of my mother. I still have the old hand-mirror she used daily when she still had goals and wanted to look her best. When she became bedridden, she refused to use the mirror again. Yet, it still represents a time of beauty in her life--and mine.

Great write. JC

Joyce,

I think those pieces were meant for you to find. A beautiful reflection my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Absolutely beautiful memories brought to life in your words. Thank you Joyce for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

A beautiful write of lovely memories
that still linger within a savored time span
Extracting a beautiful smile
Like Mamaw,Like Daughter
Thank you Joyce for this beautiful Jewel
Of a poem.
Love & Peace be with you

William

This is a beautiful write Joyce. I could picture my own daughters doing just this as I read it. Fantastic work Poet. Keep it up and God bless.

Your poem is the magic weaving of another memory... for your grands and great grands. Just think, Mamaws all over the place, and sweet children to keep track of them. You've done your part, so sit back, smile, and know that you have found part of life's secret. - Bill

Joyce,

Beautiful memories come alive in wonderful lines: well done. Meant for you to find!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Oh Joyce, this is so touching. Isn't it wonderful how Grandma's left their prints on us. We will see them again and we will then have them for eternity. Great tribute to her. Love, Bonnie