Life is an
album.
Some of the
pages we will turn.
Some of the
pages will be turned for us.
Some of the
pictures will be sharp and clear, the result of a perfect symphony of the
chemicals and electricity in our brains.
Others not
so.
Some pictures will be washed out - by our tears and the need for our souls to grow
and move on.
Our albums are
filled with public snapshots of big moments – birthdays, graduations, award ceremonies,
weddings, baby showers, baptisms, bar mitzvahs and anniversaries.
And private
snapshots of countless small moments – the snapshots of the befores and afters
of the big moments – which hold just as much gravity for us.
For the
empty nester –
--------the
bookshelf of children’s books reminding us of the gurgles and chuckles of the bubble-blowing grade school days.
--------the
vacated room of a child gone off to college – with its empty hamper and bare
desk.
--------the
tee-shirt hanging in the closet which, even after being washed, still has the power
to bring back the combination of the body wash, deo and lotion which was their
unique scent.
My neighbor
Cindy captures the feelings for us in her poem, Laundry Day...
Laundry Day
I’ve kept an
old brown
T-shirt of
yours, a shirt
I was
supposed to mend but never did.
At first it
smelled of sweat
Mixed with
Old Spice cologne.
Now the
scent is all but gone.
Every load,
it comes out from under
My
color-coordinated outfits. My fingers
roll
That faded
shirt up into a ball, and I
Breathe in
the stories you used to tell.
I stand
rocking your worn out shirt
The size of
you, minus 20 years.
P.S. As always thanks for reading and please visit again.
P.S. If you liked this post, here are the links to other posts written by Cindy which are available on my blog:
2 comments:
Loved it Minoo!!
Thank you - I am glad you enjoyed it
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