For us deep blue was cobalt blue, for me a color of love and longing. For many years Mom hunted bottles in Hawaii, first with Dad and then later with Mr. B., as we called him.
For us deep blue was cobalt blue, for me a color of love and longing. For many years Mom hunted bottles in Hawaii, first with Dad and then later with Mr. B., as we called him.
This is a delightful poem, Andy, especially for me as I, too, am a collector of cobalt glass bottles, tile shards, sea glass, Asian cups and plates and bowls. Your words really resonated with me. Thank you.
Thank you Susan.
I can’t get it to format properly.
All the best, Andy