Blackberry Jam Jar

Clouded glass speckled purple
Traces of what was once abundant inside

Some see another dish to wash

I see

My child’s hands

sticky and sweet

My hands

spreading the treat

My mother’s hands

mashing the berries

My father’s hands

weeding the garden bed

Countless summers

sneaking berries off the vine

Numberless pool parties

ensconced by the bushes

All the visits to GranB and Pappy’s house

wondering if the berries were ripe yet

Those cherished memories 

flavor each bite of 

Toast

Crepes

Pancakes

Peanut butter sandwiches

Made with jam?

Made with jam

and love.