Jennifer Lee Lewin
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A mum, a creator, a dreamer and a thinker.
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For Nanna, with love
I reach for the small metal scissors, cold to the touch and listen to the laughter surrounding me. As I clip the small individual threads hanging from the back of the blanket, I make a mental note to remember the simplicity of this moment. The warm sweet musty smell of my grandparents’ home, the steaming English breakfast tea with powdered milk, the fresh crisp feel of the cotton entwined through my fingers and the laughter of four generations of women around the dining room table. Each sense now captured in this memory so strongly that I feel the mere thought, smell or touch of each will bring it all back so strongly that at any time in my life if I close my eyes I would be carried back in an instant.
By Jennifer Lee Lewin3 years ago in Families