Blue & White Mugs

Photo by Cheryl Batavia

Blue & White Mugs

Blue and white souvenir mugs

in our Miami Beach drug store…

art deco and wildlife scenes…

I bought four!

The kids grew; we planned to travel…

They wanted to help push Dad’s chair.

I looked forward to collecting

blue and white mugs from everywhere!

A three-generation Carribean cruise…

Dad’s last-minute illness caused cancellation.

We scheduled a Carribean cruise

for our family vacation.

I spent a night in the hospital with Dad…

They failed to draw blood despite many tries.

Dad checked himself out before daybreak;

we drove to the beach and watched the sunrise.

Then we went home to pack our bags

for the final voyage of the Norway…

Mom, Dad, and kids sailed that afternoon.

We had decided to “seize the day!”

The kids and I snorkeled. Our family

explored islands, listened to steel bands,

dressed for dinner, went to shows…

and we bought a mug, as I had planned.

The Batavia Family aboard the Norwegian Ship, Norway

Dad died within the year. I put the

Carribean mug where it wouldn’t break,

fragile, precious souvenir of the

only family cruise we would ever take!

Years later, I retired to the Gulf coast.

Just one Miami Beach mug remained

when we moved to our new house.

I thought about putting that mug away…

I chose to use both irreplaceable mugs…

I have tea with my memories every day.

One day the mugs may break,

and that will be okay!


Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia

33 Comments

  1. A glorious story of how trinkets and memorabilia from the past can provide spiritual triggers to our souls’ loving memories…. In my case, it was a set crystal wine glasses we received as a wedding gift from our dearest friend Maree… (she paired us up for our blind date meeting)……I’ve only one glass left now, but fondly, I am still using it !!

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  2. what a moving tribute to your last family holiday! The kids were so young …

    So very glad you use those mugs full of memories … they may not break in the cupboard but each day used brings those memories flooding back 🙂

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  3. What a wonderful story of family love and blue coffee mugs! So sorry for your loss. The photo says it all. That was a beautiful trip for your family. I love that you are using the mugs! Great memories!
    dwight

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    1. Thank you, Dwight, for your kind thoughts. As time passes, the pain of loss fades, but the happy memories remain. I think the love in your heart for those who are no longer alive always remains too, don’t you agree? I really appreciate your taking the time to read and comment. All the best, Cheryl

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  4. How did I reach this lovely post? But so glad i did. We collect souvenirs from our travels. I think keeping them away in cupboards is like hiding those memories away till you occasionally look at them. Cradling that precious mug everyday, at the dining table, letting it bring back the loving memories every day is so much a better thing to do. I pray they never break…

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  5. Wow! This is written with so much soul.❤ Isn’t it lovely how some things become so important to us while they’ll just be ‘mugs’ for everyone else? Beautiful! Stay safe, take care.😊

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  6. What a beautiful poem Cheryl with such special memories of your treasure in your heart and hand in the morning. Your dad would be so touched as I’m sure he always was judging by that great family photo. Life is short and fragile like our treasures and as I get older I’m not to sad when they break. One more thing to leave behind and not have to dust. Enjoy your morning beverage.xo

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      1. You are so welcome. Oh wow Cheryl, you have been through a lot. I knew your children were older or at least sumized. Such sweet memories close at heart. Me too, we wouldn’t want to be on one at the moment. I am thanks and a little challenging if I am to be honest. xo 🤗

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  7. This poem resonated the beauty and love that was enfolded in each of those memories. Life is about all the moments and the days that we siezed. Those are the moments worth living. And although, we might lose the trinkets and souvenirs that we thought were treasures, the real treasure were those moments. The moments we carry with us. Thank you for writing this, Cheryl.

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    1. Thank you for your kind comments. I know you have had your share of challenges. I can say that I have had a very fulfilling life, for which I am grateful. I hope you are over your recent illness. You are one of the heroes of this nightmare! ❤ All the best! Cheryl

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