The Kracker Barrel Awards : " My Mother's Desk " By Queen Yes Dear

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Today we bring you an essay by Queen Yes Dear entitled " My Mother's Desk". We're sure you'll enjoy it as much as we did.

Queen Yes Dear

" My Mother's Desk " By Queen Yes Dear

This lovely desk may be just junk to some but to me it is so much more. It’s not an elegant piece , in fact its makings are of just an old style wood that is not as sturdy as one might think.

This desk was my mother’s. The date of it’s purchase is unknown to me. She had a charm of knowing just when to make such a purchase as this. Her eye for detail coupled with her sense of simple elegance led to some interesting art and furnishings in our home.

No matter the history of Mom’s desk it is now mine. There is not a moment when I sit and write, that I don’t see mom’s bright smile. She and I, daughter and mom had our share of fighting as only two strong and same willed women could.

As a teen I knew I drove her mad. She once said I was so dramatic I would most surely win the Academy Award for best dramatic actress. We quarreled and fought but all for naught.

As my mother and I were not to be apart. She gave and she loved with all of her heart.

She lifted me up when I hurt and thought surely I would die. The best place to be at these sorrowful times found me most surely in her arms when hurt I could not bear.

Some folks may have said I was not the best to my mom and maybe they are partly right since I was just a hothead who fought her at every turn. Some folks would say I am very much like her.

No one knew the real love my mom and I did share. It was so deep, even today I sometimes still weep. She was an “angel”, and given just to me. I shared her with my brother, my dad, and all her family whom she loved dearly.

So now I have her desk since she left this earth. I make sure she is always there , with her old Kodak Brownie camera and pictures she loved. Poems that she wrote, with a heart so true, tender filled with so much love.

I have made her desk a fancy place to look upon and love, and when my time is done I pray the one who gets this desk, will keep the love it holds, sit at it and write feeling the love that only this piece of old wood can unfold. Secret treasures of the two women, who sat at this desk passed into the future for someone new to behold.

~~ With A Daughters Love~~~

Queen Yes Dear

A touching story Ma'am. Reach in the Kracker Barrel Queen Yes Dear and help yourself, grab a pepsi , take your shoes off and set a spell.

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