The Old Platter

The old box was falling apart as my Mom and I slowly pulled dishes from it. There nestled among the gorgeous rose plates, saucers and bowls was the old platter. Now faded, chipped and cracked it was but a memory of the way it once must have looked. Looking at the tiny, delicate roses one could only imagine what it must have looked like new. Was it someone's treasured platter that was only taken out for holidays or was it part of a new brides everyday dishes? The owner is now long gone. It's time for someone else to display it in their home and enjoy what is left of it's former beauty.