#memories

COLLECTING MOMENTS

Some people think time is merciless…an unrelenting autocrat

but there are moments when I think…there’s more to her than that.

 

Have you ever had that perfect moment…when surrounded by family or friends

that moment when you wished to yourself…I hope this moment never ends?

 

That moment you stop to look around…knowing nothing can compare

for at that moment love is palpable…you can feel it in the air.

 

And you take a moment to thank time…for pausing…and you smile

as you savor this momentary respite…if only for a while.

 

And when this fleeting moment’s over and time again begins to drift

You realize by moving slowly…time has given you a gift.

 

Have you ever had that awful moment…perhaps with family or friends

that moment when you wished to yourself…I can’t wait for this moment to end.

 

That moment you stop to look around…a moment you cannot bare

for at that moment sorrow is palpable…and sadness fills the air.

 

And you take a moment to pray that time will not linger…will not stay

that she will gather up this moment and hurry it away.

 

And when that moment’s over and time again begins to drift

you realize by moving quickly…time has given you a gift.

 

Life is about collecting moments…moments such as these

moments collected over time which become our memories…

 

But by slowing down and speeding up…I think you’ll come to find

 

time is not always merciless…sometimes she’s benevolent…and kind.


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A LITTLE YELLOW BOOKMARK

One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce…

to remember people, places, things and moments

that have happened…that we miss.

 

Take our house for instance

its floors and walls and ceiling are lined 

with a myriad of memories our children left behind.

 

Floating in the air…they wait…and we would be remiss

If we didn’t stop and catch a few….

If we didn’t reminisce.

 

It’s like dipping our hand in the water as we float along a stream…

catching handfuls of our memories

times we laughed and loved and dreamed…

 

Today as we were cleaning out a drawer

we found a bookmark, that had years ago been misplaced

It was yellow…made of felt

with a little smile for a face.

 

A little yellow bookmark

picked out of the river flow…

A little yellow bookmark

made by tiny hands so long ago…

 

A little yellow bookmark…spanning a time continuum so vast

A little yellow bookmark…linking our present to our past…

 

A little yellow bookmark…

reminding us of a moment in time we miss…

marking that moment forever

 

every time we reminisce.


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FINGERPRINTS ON OUR SCREEN

Over the weekend our two youngest grandchildren came to our house to stay

(the two older ones no longer live at home and their parents were away).

 

We laughed, we ate, we walked, we danced

they played on our computer in between

and we noticed, after we returned them home,

they’d left their fingerprints on its screen.

 

And when we saw their fingerprints we sighed

thinking how the moments they now stay with us are few…

how they’ve grown up so quickly…

Wasn’t it only yesterday when they were 2?

 

With the two older grandchildren off at college

and the the two youngest growing fast

we try our best, when we get together,

to make each moment last…

 

Their lives now take them in different directions 

to different places…new routines

and we wait patiently with net in hand…

to capture moments in between…

 

Which is why we have decided to preserve 

this latest moment in between…

to make it last a little longer…

 

and keep their fingerprints on our screen.


MEMORIES E'VE YET TO MAKE

 

She asked why he was smiling…as they sat together by the lake

 

“I was just thinking,” he said, “about all the memories we’ve yet to make.”


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OLD SHOES

Her old shoes were showing signs of age…for so many years they had been worn.

that dirt had gathered ‘round the edges..and the toe of one was torn…

 

So she bought herself an new pair…but she hasn’t worn them yet

It seems the old ones were still full of memories she wasn’t ready to forget.

 

But the time has come…she knows it…and she knows the reason why…

Time to start some new adventures….time to say goodbye.

 

She gazed down at her new shoes…then her old shoes…and thought of all the moments in between…

of all the places these old shoes had taken her…of all the things that they had seen.

 

She thought how they’re like old friends…how they’ve earned a place in her affection

and how like old friends she has learned…to look past their flaws and imperfections.

 

She sighed knowing one pair marks the end of a journey…the other…where one begins.

When suddenly…she had a thought…and could not help but grin.

 

Perhaps they have one memory left…one more walk…on more run…one more climb

 

Then she slipped into her old shoes and laced them up for the last time.

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HOW DO YOU PAINT A MEMORY

It was a ‘learn to water color’ class Deborah signed up for without restraint

and she already had in mind the picture she would to paint.

 

It was our cabin in the mountains…the one nestled in the trees 

where we sit on the porch together…where we catch the summer breeze.

 

The cabin where we’ve spent those summers with our children for over 30 years

where we’ve shared so many moments…shared our laughter, shared our tears…

 

I knew she could paint the cabin, add bright colors to the trees,

but how, I asked her, is it possible to paint in our memories?

 

“That would be impossible,” she said, “I won’t ever try.

I’ll be content with painting the cabin, the ground, the trees…the sky.”

 

But she was wrong…for when her painting was completed…

the more and more I peered…

there on the canvas before me…a host of memories appeared.

 

Each time I look at her painting of our cabin…of the stairs, the trees…the door

I quickly realize I’m not just seeing the cabin…I'm seeing so much more.

 

I see Deborah’s parents on those stairs…

I see our children, our grandchildren…I see a painting that is rife

with friends and family and a myriad of memories that bring her painting to life.

 

Perhaps that’s what a painting is supposed to do…

urge us to see not only with our eyes but with our heart…

Perhaps that is not only the beauty of this painting

 

perhaps that’s the beauty of art.


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DO YOU REMEMBER?

Have you ever noticed when you get together with friends and family

no matter where you’re at…

many conversations begin with ‘Do you remember this?’

or start out ‘Do you remember that?’

 

One person says do you remember the time…

as a smile crosses his or her face…

and you find yourself transported with them

back to that same time and same place.

 

How you all have your own version of what happened…

your own chronology….

for even though you all saw the same thing

you all remember it a little differently.

 

And each of you shares what you saw…how you felt

the way you perceived it to be…

and though you think you saw it correctly

others, who were there, disagree.

 

And you laugh as you remember that moment

for you are happily aware

how lucky you all are to have that particular moment

a particular moment you all can share…

 

And you think as you listen to more ‘Do You Remembers…

watching the smiles as people recap…

how lucky you are to have family and friends

 

whose ‘Do you remembers’ all overlap.


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MOMENTS LIKE THESE

Memories are made in moments and nothing can compare

with the moments friends and family make…with moment that we share…

 

We treat these moments thoughtfully…knowing times like these are few.

We plan activities we all enjoy…fun and interesting things to do…

 

We feed bison and watusi….both the old ones and their young.

We happily hold the pellets in our hand while they lick us with their tongues…

 

On this huge rock in a running stream we slide down together…our hands clasped…

knowing the cold water, when we hit the bottom, we’ll surely make us gasp…

 

And we do gasp but as our bodies shiver…we smile at each other…and then…

we walk back up to the top of that rock..and we all slide down again.

 

We take up two tables at a restaurant…for it’s not an easy feat…

finding a place where Deborah and I can eat our vegetables

while the rest of the family eats meat.

 

For you see we are just as happy inside as we are in the great outdoors…

just as happy playing games around the table 

as we are around a campfire making s’mores…

 

And how I love our planned activities…but I’m also a great fan

of those wonderful unscripted moments…the ones we did not plan.

 

Like sharing a quiet moment with my granddaughter…for I also feel blessed…

just sitting on a couch in an old bookstore where we stopped to take a rest

 

Yes…how I love all these moments we share together…

because in life’s endless marathon

I fell lucky to be a part of a moment…any moment with my family and friends

 

before that moment’ s gone…


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WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND

Her room was filled with a mixture of her family and friends…

Each one came to be with her…as her life was coming to an end…

 

Each person closed their eyes for a moment…once her soul had been set free.

Each person silently thinking…what this woman meant to me…

 

A scene that plays out every second around the world…when someone loved departs

There was a tear in every eye…but happiness in our hearts.

 

I was gathered with them…and though no-one spoke I was aware

How even in the silence of that room…their thoughts floated in the air…

 

She taught me how to laugh… 

She taught me hot how to cry

She taught me how to walk…

She taught me how to fly

 

She taught me about compassion…

She taught me how to swear…

She taught me about acceptance

She taught me how to share…

 

And my thoughts joined with the others…

She taught me how to live…

She taught me how to love…

She taught me to forgive…

 

And I couldn’t help thinking standing there…knowing she was finally gone…

How she may never be here with us again…but what she taught us all lives on.

 

And how it really does matter how we live our life…

as part of man and womankind…

because the way we live our life each day

 

is what we leave behind.


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