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At times they come in waves, these remembrances of days gone by…
Some times I remember a smell and I am transported…
Like the clean, upholstered furniture smell of my grandparents’ house
or
the earthy
smell of cow manure
or the baking smell of homemade italian or chocolate chip cookie.
Other times it’s the way the sun filters through the window
and I am taken to the places most dear
the houses, often run-down & in need of repairs, that my
mother with blood, sweat and tears made into home.
Other times it is the look of a flower that reminds me of the
gardening I wish that I had taken more of her cues for
Like the geraniums that survived each winter or the house plants
that never went un-watered…
Some times too it is the glistening of the Christmas lights or the
little knick knack with its own private meaning
Or the smell of freshly dried sheets on the line
Or the folding of towels just so
Or the scrubbing of counter corners or
the special night for spaghetti dinners with milk
Or even the frustrated voice that can make sensitive kids cry…
In more ways than I ever think is possible the day in and day out speaks through
the caverns of time and in it I live to keep on keepin’ on another day…
