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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Memories


The memory of the just is blessed....
Proverbs 10:7

Some how memories don't leave,
to allow the mind to rest,
they linger, they grow,
not dimmer,
but flourish
with,
present happenings, triggering those, those
thoughts, again, of
what was once,
is now again.

So real, yet so intangible, painfully so,
always on the fringes of life's days, nights are
shadowy, they flit here!

Now they're leaving,
absent, but a fleeting instant,
returning, with companions.

Each one as,
a chain, linking one to
another,
their tensile strength, unbreakable,
linking history.

The wonderful past,
with the now,
causing pain, happiness, remorse, joy, sorrow,
tears, laughter,
memories,
memories,
oh, to shake off the years,
as a burdensome cloak,
to reenter for a moment,
that page of time,
now turned.
by
James Gargus

My dad hung a tire swing for my daughter 2 years before he died. She would play for hours on that swing. Sticking her body through the tire. She would twist the rope around and let it unwind with her in it. Spinning and laughing like it was greater than any carnival ride. The day she played on it for the first time was special to her. "Thank you, papaw, thank you, " was her reply that day. His enjoyment was the smile on his little grandchild's face. A simple moment for a love between generations.

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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