We spent a long weekend together – my sisters, brother and me. Time to empty the house. We stayed at mom’s house together and shared feelings, memories, and laughs while going through a lifetime of keepsakes and all manner of things.
A poem I wrote at age 12:
Pouncing endlessly on the weary, defenseless shore of sand and rocks. Constantly charging and retreating, high tide or low. The tide never sleeps, but sometimes weakens to a slow, silent creep. Always bringing in waves that turn into a frothing, white foam. The shore can never rest from this endless beating; never.
Yeah. It’s not Shakespeare. 🙂 I found a number of my poems – long forgotten. Ironically many are about some aspect of Nature. But maybe that’s not ironic after all.
So much stuff. Preserved in time for 50+ years. Birth announcements, funeral prayer cards, decades of pictures, letters, cards, gifts, momentos… points in time defining the lives of my mom and dad and all they held dear.
1st or 2nd grade, maybe?
But I digress. We made a dent in it and have a garage full of neatly packed bags and boxes for donation, shredding, recycling and trash.
I spent the day today with Fran and kids – geocaching in what turned out to be a downpour. We got soaked but found every cache in the park. At one point we came across 3 big woodpeckers. They didn’t sit still, so I didn’t get much of a shot. But, here ’tis.
I wish you all a peaceful week.
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