a child playing with
it’s mother’s earrings
On this hot June day the local train was full of tired people. Opposite of me in the compartment sat mother with her child. In order to free the seat next to her she took her infant into her arms. Nervous with heat the child found its peace by playing with mother’s earrings.
My gaze at the morello cherries rippening in pairs reminded me of that situation on the train and on the play with other girls when very young. We would adorn our ears with couples of cherries as if earrings…