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CABIN IN THE MOUNTAINS
It’s just a cabin in the mountains Deborah’s parents built years ago
It’s seen it’s share of summer rains, autumn leaves and winter snows.
As we’re about to leave on our next adventure
I like to sit for a moment…to recall
what is it about this cabin…what’s so special about these walls…
I smile…take a deep breath…then right before my eyes
as I look around this cabin…memories come floating by…
How fast the memories come…how quickly they arrive
of when our children were so little…when Deborah’s parents were alive…
The games we played at the table…it really isn’t hard
to see our grandchildren playing where our children once played
running up and down the yard…
The hours spent out on our porch…watching the rain…
rocking in the rocking chairs…
paper airplanes launched from the top deck
slingshots shooting beans high in the air..
All the campfires we have sat around…watching the fire roar…
Telling stories, roasting marshmallows…building our s’mores.
Friends who visited us while we’ve been here…people sleeping on the floor
the cabin filled with laughter…these are memories I adore…
I know what it is about this cabin…why it keeps us so enthralled…
It’s because of all the memories…we’ve painted on its walls…
Memories are such wonderful gifts…once they are formed within our mind
not only do they leave with us…but they also stay behind…
To remind us this is more than just a cabin…
to remind us no matter where we roam….
our memories will be waiting here….
To remind us we are home.
