I still look at it.
On birthdays and occasional winter days,
when the snow swirls
and makes the windows glazed.
I wanted to keep moments of you
for you to meet, much later in life.
Lock of hair, corn silk fine.
Stick figures with circle knees
drawn by pudgy hands.
First this and first that.
A young mother’s notes.
Faded ink and colors smudged,
spine too thin for all within.
I wanted to keep moments of you
for you to meet, much later in life.
Written for a June challenge from Holly Wren Spaulding’s class: write about something you saved for someone else.
lillian the home poet 
I haven’t read something as beautiful as this all day. :’)
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What a lovely lovely reply to read. Thank you!
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😊
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Sweet! Precious memories!
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They are indeed!
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“spine too thin for all within”
❤
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I like that line too!
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“I wanted to keep moments of you, for you to meet, much later in life. ”
I find this soft and touching. Speaks to my soul
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So glad you enjoyed, Therese. 🙂
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oh, Lillian-
a tear in my eye with this one
how beautifully you’ve threaded your words like one of those needlepoint stitched signs one hangs in a warm home
I have plastic bins devoted to each child – one day they’ll have to decide exactly how many memories they want to keep:)
am:)
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Ah…the collection of memories. Will be interesting to see what your kids choose to save 😊 I had folders stuffed with old school work, drawings, certificates etc. when we moved I went through them and rthey ally wondered why I’d saved soooo much. Made huge envelopes for the kids and gave them to them. They had fun going through them together — and tossing and keeping. But the baby books I still have…and do look at them!
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