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mother calls
on sunday
while daddy listens in
catching up –
it seems we’ve done it all
someone had a baby
someone said hello –
fifty years of loving
to recall
strung the line
for forty feet –
sheets out in the rain
a cigar box
of memories to share
everything
(the best of me)
sits in spools of rhyme
the night is lost
when I don’t
find you there
there’s a piece of thread
nearly gone –
and jeans I shouldn’t wear
just beyond the reach
of mystery
beyond the hold
of all I love –
another morning news
the moon is wanting in –
let him be
. . .
tornadoday 
“a cigar box
of memories to share” …….so typical of my Gram. This brought back some really wonderful memories, Bobbie. Thanks! ~xo~
Me
Indeed, Paul. I think women understand the concept of a treasure box more than men, but my husband has something similar so I’m hoping everyone will know what I mean. I have an old cigar box with pieces of my past – my childhood, my choices, my chances. I’ve often thought that one could easily know everything about me from the things I’ve managed to keep. I truly believe the same is true for relationships – the things that matter, we keep. I keep this…….this now. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Memories always touch our innermost being, there we ponder the beauty of life, the hurt it sometimes brings, but most all the many people, things and happenings that passed us by so quickly. It made me ponder how we should make the most out of every moment our heart beats….for life is fleeting. We should always embrace those we know and love, to remind them how important they are! Always a special moment to share time with your gems!
O, Wendell, I couldn’t have said it better. This life (this breath) is fleeting. The wind and waves shall wash over our memory til our names are but a bittersweet taste on the tongue. This is our place, our story becoming. I pray that not a one I know would ever pass into eternity without the knowledge (the certainty) that I love them……. To me, that is the greatest shame of all – proof of a life unlived, a love (a forgiveness) ungiven. Yes, let us scream it from the rooftops……..let us tell of love…….let us give of love (so that we endure beyond this simple life). Thank you, Wendell. I love you, brother!!!!!!!!!! ~ Ever, Bobbie
Always know that as we share the same heavenly love that God allows us to share with others,..I love you also my dear sister! Have a wonderful weekend!
You bless me, Wendell……..and I am grateful. ~ Love, Bobbie