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ECHOES OF OUR NEIGHBORHOOD

There are many reasons I love my morning walks…many ways I find to be enthralled

but sometimes the best moments…are when I do not walk at all.

 

Today as I began my walk…in the street I quietly stood

listening…as all around me I heard echoes of our neighborhood.

 

I heard the voices of children playing…children who are no longer there.

I heard sounds of joy and laughter filling the morning air.

 

I heard balls bouncing, children signing…I heard the clomping of their feet.

Echoes they left behind as they played upon this street.

 

There was a symphony of children’s voices flowing to and fro…

I heard our children’s voices…as well as children I did not know.

 

I imagine these echoes are always here drowned out by the cricket and the birds…

so why on this particular day…did they make their voices heard?

 

And then I realized…they weren’t for me…all these voices I heard today

but for our neighbors, who just moved in…who have a baby on the way.

 

I think these voices came together in anticipation of the day

when another baby…another voice…will join them in their play.

 

The day when the voice of this new little miracle will mix and blend with theirs

And the symphony will become more beautiful as as it drifts upon the air.

 

I didn’t get much walking done today….as in the street I stood

I was too busy eavesdropping…

on the echoes of our neighborhood.

 
 
 
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TRAVELING THROUGH TIME

They’ve spent so much time at home…many a night and day

No traveling, no restaurants…from the experts guidelines they do not stray.

 

Since they could not physically journey…no traveling to or fro

they decided to travel through time…and oh the places they would go.

 

They know time has a way of controlling life…

for schedules they do not lack

They know time keeps moving forward and is never moving back.

 

But they know memory is different…they think of it as one of life’s little jewels.

Memory snubs its nose at time and refuses to embrace her rules.

 

So they’d go back in time and remember moments when they were children

when all they did was eat and sleep and play…

Specific moments…they’d remember…as if they happened yesterday.

 

He remembered the first time he said, “I Love You.”

He remembered a feeling so wonderful and new.

He even remembered what he was wearing

when she said…”I Love You, too.”

 

They remember the day they were married…when their began life anew

They remember so many moments as they grew old together too…

 

They remembered when their daughter was born…

Holding in their arms…a life so precious and new

and in the next moment they remembered

holding her daughter in their arms too.

 

So they’ve spent a lot of time together

remembering moments of their life with ease…

forward and backward…flying through time

stacking memories any which way they please.

 

They say time travel is impossible…

but this couple…now old and gray…

as they sit home during this pandemic…

has somehow found a way

 

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THE SHADOWS LEFT BEHIND

THE SHADOWS LEFT BEHIND.

 

Time is like a cloud that passes quickly overhead 

but if we’re lucky we will find…

after she has passed…

the shadows she’s left behind…

 

And in these shadows that remain

that have not continued flying on the breeze…

is where our memories rest…

In moments such as these:

 

Moments when two grandchildren were young…

When their life was more innocent…and free…

When they played in our backward

Where they spent time up in our tree…

 

When they thought that I was magical…

When out of their ears I would pull money…

When they would laugh at all my jokes…

When they thought that I was funny.

 

Picnics, movies, sleepovers,

dinners where joy and laughter flowed with ease…

Life is made more beautiful

by moments such as these.

 

And as time’s passed over our grandchildren

how wonderful it is to find…

still floating in our memories…

the shadows she left behind.

 
 
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THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET

There is a house across the street…

from now on I’ll refer to it as she…

she’s a house our family’s loved..because we share a history.

 

When our children were children many a day they would meet

with the children who were children…

who lived in the house across the street.

 

Growing up together at a time when their characters were being set…

made the times in that house special…

made it a time they'll never forget.

 

The children who once played there have grown up now…

no longer do they meet

to play and laugh and discover who they are 

in the house across the street.

 

As the children grew a little older…

as children are supposed to do

the house across the street...grew a little older too.

 

It’s roof began to sag, it’s walls to crack and today was bittersweet

when they began to tear her down…

the house across the street.

 

It was sad to watch her crumble…sad to see her fall…

Sad to think of all the memories housed within her walls.

 

They are going to build a new house…

with a roof that doesn’t sag and walls made out of stone

that a new family will dwell in and make memories of their own.

 

But there are some of us who

in our dreams at night will meet

and keep alive the memories

of the the house across the street.

 
 
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THE WAY BACK

When I was young we had a station wagon and we never gave our parents flak

when, before safety regulations came along, they let us ride in the way back.

 

On any trip, when it came to my sister and me…the way back is where you’d find us.

Laughing together as we played games, fought and waved at cars behind us.

 

The way back was the most fun part of the car and if you need more proof:

We’d roll into each other around the corners

and on big bumps…our heads would hit the roof!

 

In the way back we pretended not to hear when Dad yelled,

“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”

 

In the way back on long trips it was easy to fall asleep.

The way back was built for imagining…all we had to do was close our eyes

and the way back became a fort, a jungle or a princess’s castle in the sky.

 

From the way back as we battled dragons or pirates on the seven seas

we thought we were just having fun…we never realized we were making memories.

 

But that’s exactly what we were doing…in the way back…don’t you see

before the station wagon was replaced by the minivan and SUV.

 

Oh, my children and grandchildren, strapped in seatbelts,

still imagined…still closed their eyes…

as their seats became forts or jungles or a princess castle in the sky.

 

And on long trips after all that imagining sometimes they’d fall asleep

and they still pretended not to hear me when I yelled,

“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”

 

But it’s not the same as it was for me…

for whatever story their imagination chooses…

The magic of their ride comes without the bumps or bruises.

 

That’s probably why as I watched my children and grandchildren grow up

In the car…as they played…then fought…then played again…

I’d smile…remembering when I was their age

in the way back…

way back when.

 

 

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CHAPTERS

Everyone we meet whether a cause of joy or sorrow or strife

writes another chapter into our book of life.

 

I met Phil and Lee when they were in their eighties.

They were one of the sweetest couples I’ve ever met

and though they both died long ago…their’s is a chapter I’ll never forget.

 

I thought about them yesterday…my good friends Phil and Lee

a thought triggered by a song…as that is the wonder of memory.

 

I immediately stopped what I was doing…stopped by their memory

and flipped back through my book of life…to read the chapter on Phil and Lee.

 

And though, as I get older, the writing sometimes seems a little blurred

when I found the chapter on Phil and Lee…I savored every word.

 

I found that as I read this chapter from a distance…from afar

It was filled mostly with joy…but with a touch of sorrow…

as I’m sure most chapters are.

 

Is that not the beauty of each chapter in our book of life

whether we search them out…or something random generates a thought

for the moment we revisit them……we revisit all the feelings that they brought?

 

I have a wish for everyone as this current chapte’s being written

as we watch our country bleed…

Take a moment every now an then to leaf through your book of life

and find a chapter you’d like to read.

 

Your own chapter…your own pages

find your own Phil and Lee

To remind you not only of a happier time… 

but also how all chapters end…eventually.

 

And to remind you there is a balance in these moments that we share

for as friends and family write a chapter in our life…

we are writing one in theirs.

 
 
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EMPTY NEST

Our children left the nest long ago…

It’s amazing how fast the years have gone by

but I don’t feel our nest has ever been empty…

and here’s my simple reason why:

 

I’ve always risen early…before the alarm starts beeping

before the sun pokes through the window…

while my family was still sleeping.

 

It’s a wonderful time…the morning…

because as the day rubs the night from its eyes…it seems

sitting alone…in the solitude…I could hear my family’s dreams.

 

Today I still wake early 

(Old habits are hard to break)

And though I no longer hear them dreaming…

as a walk through the house I make

 

I find the house is anything but quiet…

for on mornings such as these

the dreams that I once listened to…

have been replaced with memories.

 

It’s a wonderful thing…the morning

because as the day rubs the night from its eyes

You never know what memory

will rise up and come floating by…

 

And so I know this nest will never be empty…

no matter what time or what year…

because a nest can never be empty 

as long as their memories still live here.

 

 

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WHERE MEMORIES ARE STORED

How fascinating is our mind…how vast

for in it…all our memories are stored…

and no matter how many memories we’ve made

there’s always room for more.

 

Sometimes I think our mind is like an endless ocean

with an infinite amount of waves

where on the crest…as each one flows

a memory is saved

 

Where we can dip our toes into the water to remember

or wait for a memory to break upon our shore…’

Sometimes I wonder if our memories

are what make our ocean’s roar.

 

Sometimes I think each memory is like a cloud

floating in our mind’s endless sky

set adrift upon the wind…continuously floating by

 

Where we can touch the clouds that carry happy memories

again…and again…and again…

while the clouds that carry our sad memories

sometimes fall on us…like rain.

 

Sometimes I think our mind is like a tree with endless branches

where all our memories are concentrated

and every time we make a memory…a new leaf is created.

 

Where we can choose to pick our memories…

from the leaves both big and small…

or…when we give the tree a shake…

or the wind is strong…

some memories just fall.

 

Memories can be unpredictable…

some are ephemeral 

some irrepressible….

Still…it’s nice to know we have a place

where they are so accessible

 
 
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THE MEMORIES LEFT BEHIND

On the night of their grandma’s funeral their Dad said,

“I think that you will find…one way to help us through her loss

is to think of the memories she left behind.

 

The children remembered the taste and aroma of her baking

her gentleness…how much she cared…

The adults smiled as they interrupted one another… 

with the memories they shared.

 

It was wonderful, in a way, to see Grandma through each other’s eyes…

but the memory their grandpa chose left the rest of them surprised.

 

“I’ll remember her music.” Grandpa said as he smiled wistfully.

But they all knew grandma never played an instrument,

could not dance 

and always sang off key.

 

“Not that kind of music.” Grandpa said anticipating their surprise

It was the music in her smile…the music in her eyes.

 

“There was music in everything she did.” He smiled

“Music in the way she walked.

there was music in the way she slept

and music in the way she talked”.

 

And as sad as they all were that night

when they closed their eyes and listened 

even before their grandpa was through

somewhere in their darkness…

they could heard her music too…

 

Which is why whenever there is a death in their family

they always try to find

the aromas, 

the tastes 

and the music

in the memories left behind.

 

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