Memories placed just so before they left this earth for good.
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Time is everlasting, waiting on sidelines, and we wantonly pass it by.
Becoming a toddler, learning how to live, eat and talk.Our personalities formed forevermore – mapping out our future, laying the roads to what we will someday be or do.Finding ourselves floundering through puberty, awkwardly, we shape our values as we stumble into adolescence and find we now have morals – we understand them – but…
Dreaming of lifetimes spent on yesterday’s shores, triggering moments of intense tradition on carefree afternoons under grape arbors, eating, talking, loving one another.
Evenings under the stars, sitting in rocking chairs, eating pistachios on back and side porches.Listening to echoes of Italian accents calling children to come in as darkness fell upon us.Reverberations of Italian voices still are heard within my mind, creating past moments of joy even now.
Showers from a rainy day in November, fall upon my brow,
Sadness crushing me inside, silencing my life on earth,taking all hope and dropping it into a canyon of eternaldepths.Finding no one to confide in, I write, and maybe someday,after I’m gone, someone will listen to the sadness I’vewritten here – baring my heart to the world while hidden.
Reading my mind, watching developing thoughts grow into prose and delicate stories of who I was and am.
Delicately folding all matter into many albums, treasured interiorly forever.
Tenderly gracing life with blessings from above,
all matters.Taking heart-felt motives and placing trust withinwhere God resides, waiting for us to come to Him.