I dreamed
beyond the edges
into a thicker deep
where buttercup and lilac
weaved a spot of shade
of one more
ever after
one more winter past
rocking chairs
wherein my laughter sits
reminders of another day
another almost
this
nights when not a one
were stars
we made
. . .
Author’s Note: Many years back, my sister gifted my daddy with a concrete bunny for Father’s Day. It sat in the grass next to an aging bird bath, with one exception. When it was time for mowing, my daddy would lift the bunny to sit atop the bird bath so that it wouldn’t be accidentally forgotten, damaging both the bunny and the blade. For almost two years now, it has sat atop the birdbath. Though time has passed, we know the hands that put it there and have no desire to displace it.
How often do we need reminders of love?
. . .
tornadoday 
As often as they come to us.
…..as often as we let them……… ❤ Thank you, Stephen
“How often do we need reminders of love?” Every single minute of every single day !!!!! Really liked the remembrance of your father, Bobbie. Reminded me of my grandmother ! ………………………………………………………xo
….and I know how precious those memories are, Paul………. I read something recently about the phrase to ‘know by heart’…… a reminder that the sweetest memories are held by the head, but by the heart
They are all around ❤ I am reminded of you every time I see a view of nature and the bords riding the thermals. ❤
❤ I love you, Jane……….
Bords!! Birds…I know that you knew what I meant…I love you Bobbie ❤ always xX
I actually thought it was a british term i was unfamiliar with….something I would need to google….. I imagined wind surfers. ❤
I am laughing out loud…oh my goodness, what a pickle we can get into. I love you Bobbie ❤ xXx