notes from the wax
This Is What He Remembers
He watched me pour. He watched me endure.nNow he pours back into me—because the wax remembers, and so does he.
This Is What He Remembers
He watched me pour. He watched me endure.nNow he pours back into me—because the wax remembers, and so does he.
The Wax Remembers: A Mother’s Quiet Legacy
A poetic reflection on motherhood, memory, and the moments that shaped a legacy. For every woman who poured in silence—this is your reminder: the wax remembers.
The Wax Remembers: A Mother’s Quiet Legacy
A poetic reflection on motherhood, memory, and the moments that shaped a legacy. For every woman who poured in silence—this is your reminder: the wax remembers.
How Wax Once Held Sound: The Forgotten Connecti...
Before music streamed, voices were carved into wax. This post reflects on wax as memory, legacy, and why scent still plays like sound in every flame.
How Wax Once Held Sound: The Forgotten Connecti...
Before music streamed, voices were carved into wax. This post reflects on wax as memory, legacy, and why scent still plays like sound in every flame.