Posts tagged ‘memories’

three years

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as another year passes,

i say goodbye…

again…

reliving the last days

before an unexpected farewell.

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every moment is engraved

deep within my mind

&

my body still aches

with

each beat of my heart.

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last pic~

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March 18, 2015 at 11:49 am 44 comments

10 for Tuesday = ten word story #7

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“my life’s song

plays

like

an

out of tune

piano.”

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March 17, 2015 at 12:21 pm 3 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Wall

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134 door

a door frame at our old two flat

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As usual, I had to skew the rules of this week’s photo challenge.  As you can see, the photograph is that of a door frame – not a wall.  In my mind, a door frame could be considered part of a wall, so… this is a wall.

This photo is actually one of several due to the fact I wanted to be able to see the details.  In case you are wondering, this is a quintessential growth chart.  It began in 2002 and was actually moved next door (in 2007) when our friend re-fabricated his kitchen.  I transferred the information from the piece of wood to the frame above and, of course, we added on…  I took this photo a few days before we moved in April, 2013.  (By the way, I was given the original door frame, which is still with us to this day.)

If you look very closely, you can see my name (mom) and when J and P passed me up!

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/wall/

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March 14, 2015 at 1:59 pm 22 comments

i can still wish…

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three years without you has been an adventure ~

a never-ending roller coaster of life ~ ~

where the valleys have out numbered the peaks.

i still miss you everyday

and

hear your voice and laughter

and

wish you would return,

though

i know you cannot make the journey

but

still… a girl can wish upon stars and shiny pennies… can she not?

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maybe one day,

you will drop by and pay us a little visit ~

hang out like we used to….

we can take in a movie

and

eat all of our favorite naughty foods

or

go cruising in Starla and camping in the Vee.

i know the boys would be all for it

and

Sydnee Pee would certainly not object,

though you may have to fight for a spot on her couch.

yes,

you heard me correctly – ‘her’ couch.

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a girl can still wish

and

i will keep on wishing

and

i will – we will – continue loving you.

i can assure you of this ~

forever.

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thinking.....thinking.....

the three boys thinking…..thinking…..

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March 13, 2015 at 12:15 pm 22 comments

ten years and…

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the day you chose to stray

was

the day you became the

center

of our universe

&

ten years later…

you are

still…

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pee3

March 6, 2005 – two little Pee’s

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pee2

showing off soon-to-be-weapons of mass destruction

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pee4

by March 11, 2005 Pee claimed her first couch

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Sydnee Pee

Sydnee Pee

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March 6, 2015 at 2:13 pm 20 comments

the puzzle

there are so many pieces

strewn

about the table.

i carefully organize each

one.

face up, straight edges,

corners, same colors,

and

i sit for hours

~ connecting ~

finding pairs, perfect fits,

arranging and re-arranging

~ watching ~

a snapshot unfold.

minute-by-minute,

piece-by-piece,

until all can be assembled.

i stand and stare

looking down at the gaps.

many pieces are missing or broken.

i take apart each

one,

place them into a box

~ turn ~

and

walk away…

this puzzle may remain as is

~ unfinished ~

in a box

or

not…

only time will tell…

March 2, 2015 at 2:56 pm 16 comments

her eyes

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violet-blue eyes

always smiling and loving

never faraway

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painted at 16

my mom – a self portrait – age 16

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February 23, 1944 – December 12, 2004

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February 23, 2015 at 3:19 pm 7 comments

inscriptions

.

nighttime brings words spoken

only in the dark ~ etched in tears

by voices past and present.

each chapter bleeds the same ~ ~

line after line

page after page…..turning…..always…..until dawn

approaches

and

words begin to fade

.

.

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February 21, 2015 at 2:48 pm 10 comments

the masters and their dreamers

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to stand on a stage again…

where the lights are bright

and

the music echoes through the rafters.

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to feel the sensation of a pounding heart…

fueling the purest of desire to soar on the wings of muses

&

become one

with their masters

and

the

vision

which dwells

 forever

within their spirit…

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this is my ‘for always’ dream.

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inspired by ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
and
a
dream

February 17, 2015 at 2:33 pm 12 comments

running ~ ~ ~ along ~ ~ ~

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condensing years into words

each day pages turn

life is a run ~ ~ ~ on sentence

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February 13, 2015 at 2:17 pm 20 comments

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