A Keeper




Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now,
Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat;
and Mom in a house dress,
lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other
It was the time for fixing things:
a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door,
the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing;
I wanted just once to be wasteful? Waste meant affluence. Throwing things

away meant you knew there'd always be more. 

But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning 
light in the warmth of the hospital room, 
I was struck with the pain of learning
that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return. 
So..... While we have it, it's best we love it... And care for it...
And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.

This is true: For marriage... And old cars...
And children who misbehave
 at times...
Dogs and cats with bad hips...
And aging parents...

And grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it,
because we are worth it.
Some things we keep,
like a best friend that moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, 
Like people we know who are special...

And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper,'
so I've sent it to the people I think of in the same way... 

Good friends are like stars...


You don't always see them, 
but you know they are always there!

P.S. I received this from a very close friend whose Mother died in hospital last week today, she received from her friend at almost the exact time her mother died Frown

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Thank You Eyejay

Peace and Love

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