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Savoring the Moments

Savoring the moments
Often, I find that time marches on and we have no account of what has taken place.  Moments spent with family, friends and the passing away of my Aunt, has given me a chance to reflect on the value of our relationships.  Each one is something to be treasured and kept deep within our beings.

I penned this verse at a different place and time, but now is the time to share…


They are old…


Side by side they sat on the faded yellow sofa
Tenderly holding hands
Callused, weathered and worn with age
…yet skilled and able

They gaze at each other with deep set, knowing eyes
Lines etch the path of joy and tears
Across their faces
…telling the story of life

Lives that have lived through decades of change
Experiencing the advent of automobiles and planes
Wind up phonographs and technology beyond imagination
…and travel

With time comes knowledge
Knowledge leads us to wisdom
And wisdom brings compassion, empathy and understanding
…great treasures

Yes, they are old, but exceedingly rich in the character that matters
…faith, hope and love.  And the best is love

These are the things I hold close to my heart ~ Missy



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  1. So true, reminds so much of my Grandparents...Well spoken.. Love you Mom

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  2. Pops and Grandmoms ... Memo and Deedo, or both? I have such vague memories of them, but I was very little.

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