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Simple Treasures
Have you ever thought back
On a memory, and remembered
Just one really great
Thing about it?
Like about how clean and fresh
The laundry smelled
On one particular day,
Just like that first time
You sat in the back yard
And handed your mother
The clothes pins,
One by one, then
Two by two, as she
Hung out wet laundry
Laced with the cleanest smell
Of "springtime fresh"
Soap powder?
And the whole world
Can seem to be a million miles away,
All for the smell of that wonderful
Pillowcase or sheet those few moments,
Lasting what can feel like an eternity...
...and you know, I barely noticed
The stench of stale tobacco
Breathing hot upon my shoulder,
Or the way my hands were bound.
It was just another day.
....
It reminds me a little of
It reminds me a little of Thorton Wilder's play "Our Town" when Emily who has died goes back to the realm of the living for one day and realizes how wonderful and precious it was. Terrific imagery.
Some Memories don't fade however much we scrub
Some Memories don't fade however much we scrub & wash.Truths.
©bishu
That's right, my dear 'gentle
That's right, my dear 'gentle man'... but we go on amd we learn about life and keep the classroom door open always...good bad or indifferent. All things happen for some good reason...somewhere. We are stronger than we know if we only ask to be. But if we always think we are helpless in the world...we are. The universe doesn't have to tell us it's plans. Thank you for seeing underneath all of the layers, dear friend (hugs).
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "