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alzheimers, becoming, connection, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, seasons, spirit, surrender, time, truth, understanding, unremembering
when all I know
the winter takes
without regard
to want
blankets pulled aside
and windows
wide
as welcome
to another life
was last
the first to go
a fond farewell
as kisses
on my brow
stories
I was meaning
to tell
before the night
was folded in
to fill
my wondering
backward
to beginning –
a baby once again
cradled
to a faraway
forgot
. . .
tornadoday 
Still reading this and letting it soak in to my poor tired brain. Like it though ! ~~xo~~
Me
Thank you so much, dear Paul. I’m with you. Sometimes the brain is too full for even one more word. 🙂 ~ Love to you, Bobbie
The winter and the night and stories untold, and new beginnings. Oh to be a baby again and start the journey once more! Wondrous words, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee. This was initially started in response to a visit with someone suffering from Alzheimers……….such that the only thing we could talk about was stuff I knew nothing of…………and I left there thinking of just how much memories make us. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
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Can we ever know the kindred heart that shares our understanding of the heart? Thank you, Cindy. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Excellent, but I feel sad, cold and alone reading it. I want the winter to turn to summer. I want the blanket to be given back and curled up into. I want the kisses to be forever and there to be no farewells. Meghan
O, sweet Meghan………that’s where faith and trust come in. Love is always worth the winter. Summer waits the melting of time. Happy ever after is overrated, for surely without sorrow and loss, we would not recognize the color that is joy! And the love (o the love) is always forever! Otherwise, I can’t help but doubt it ever was really love…….. Thank you, my dear one. ~ Love, Bobbie
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