In my mother's house

How much memories can a house hold? A lot! I am currently in my mother's house visiting for a few days. Wandering around looking for something to blip felt like I was watching a movie of my life backwards. My mum loves to keep things, and scattered around the house are bits and pieces of tangible objects representing a lifetime of 83 years so far.
These colored glass windows are her favourite part of the house. To the right of it is a silhouette of her first sewing machine. I can remember how she made my first piano recital dress with this and which I proudly wore till I found out later that the dining table cloth and I looked like we were clones. The "batibot" chair is one she loves, because it's old, and hates, because it's so uncomfortable.
As she sits on her favourite lounging chair, doing her crossword puzzles, I see a woman whom life has treated with not much kindness at times but has ended up wise and well seasoned. I am thankful for this fine lady.