Unmeasured Moments
A symphony of being
Muted in present, vivid in past
Lingering in the shadows with unwavering faith
Accepting, I relinquished
Nevertheless seeing, hearing
Routine existence exposed and fragile
Effervescent recollections
Perpetual and cloudless, I am
Cradled in the nucleus of your universe
Time is trivial as you wait
For the marching saints
With truncheon escort to conduct you home
The infamous going fishing in a dress photo. I was so
sad I couldn't go fishing, but I guess I was in school
that day.
3 comments:
Took me this long to comment on the amazing poem due to extreme emotion every time I read it. Sent a link to everyone I know to read it and vidi the photo of "fishin' in a dress." The tears were accompanied by a smile and laughter which, for some reason I don't understand, most folks have trouble accepting as appropriate.
Thank you from the bottom of my soul for understanding.
I will always love you as my closest relative and soul sister.
Ever yours, J
Awwwww...now you got me misting up and smiling! I love my Uncle C. so much. Can you imagine what it will be like when he sees mother again--that should be a hoot! Meanwhile, I still look at this picture and wonder why I wasn't along for the "fishin' in a dress" adventure. This has to be right behind the "ridin' horses in a dress". What were they thinking? Love you too!
You were in school, older cuz! Lucky you, I remember being cold. It was overcast and misty. Check out Daddy's HAIR! Think he and Ilene will be all young and good looking up there? That will make Daddy happy. He's still very vain!
AND...I wasn't ridin' any horses in dresses, only posing on the Shetland for posterity!
Have to sign it....J
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