Memories

If I seem hurried, it's because I'm caught ... again ... in the Tuesday morning rush, self-imposed, of course, but still a rush.

As has been my custom on Tuesday mornings, I'll soon be off to watercolor class ... still have to pull things together for that.

But first ... I couldn't help noticing that the "Chosen Words" counter ... that little device that keeps track of how many visitors have paused here along the way ... has passed the 36,000 mark.

Thank you so much ... all of you ... for stopping by!

And now, because I am a bit pushed for time, we have a "summer re-run" ... a bit early, I know ... but here goes:

When I first posted this sidewalk art and my little poem on "Chosen Words," this is what I said:

There's no mistaking the signature on the art.

Tom, it appears, was the moving force behind this work, a collaboration with Alan, who is one of his uncles, and with Grandma Brimm, who was being honored on this particular Mother's Day weekend.

When the poem, "Memories," presented itself to me, this photograph of their Saturday afternoon efforts seemed the obvious choice to accompany it.

Here are memories in the making ... the vulture, the butterfly, the crouching creature (a lizard) ... and, of course, the signature.

We have stored up so many similar memories. We look forward to slipping them out to savor them later, at a time when they will taste the sweetest to us.

And we hope that when TOM is ten times seven he will savor them, too ... that he will discover the sweetness of memories from that weekend when he honored his mother, Kathy, and one of his grandmothers, too ... and delighted them both with his art.

(Tom, by the way, is still pursuing his interest in art)

And now the poem:

MEMORIES

Resting, I search

the honeycomb

of my mind

for warm memories,

and those I find

have grown sweeter

than I ever

dreamed they could.

© 1995

(originally published in Capper's)

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Today's word: honeycomb

Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:

Thanks for the congrats, Featheredpines ... "attendance" at "Chosen Words" has far surprassed any expectations I had in the beginning ... and just keeps going. I treasure the observations which have come my way, too. I owe so much ... to all of you. Now, about my doing chalk drawing on the sidewalk ... just one problem, as I see it: Who would help me back up?

Thanks, Helen. I'll keep searching that honeycomb ... how sweet it is to find the things stored away there.