12/05/2023
A laugh, touch or twinkle in the eye. Fishing streams in the spring. Working gardens in the summer. Late night laughs by fireplaces recounting memories of days not our own. Dad’s and mom’s, or grandpas and grandmas. Sisters, brothers, cousins our long lost friends even strangers on the street. Moments define us. They make up the fabric of our very being. Slow burning a light in our minds. It comes and goes, but never fades. Bringing joy or shame to each their own, and those around we’ll never truly know. At times for some, this is all we have. Passed on whether we are aware or not. Love with pain in our hearts these memories eternally sown. In time, our own places are ingrained in the hearts of others. For as long as we live, in our hearts they’re never gone. Passing lessons learned out of love from others shown. They seem so far these days gone. Time were as a gift we don’t see until it’s gone. Who am I to surrender what others have sown? At times so low we feel alone. Failing to realize these times bring us into our own. How sweet a thought of those we’ve known. Gone not forgotten, alive in our actions, and at home in our souls. Their lives given for the ones they’ve known. Can we comprehend that we were the greatest work, and love that they may have known.