WALKING THRU MEMORIES
I tend to not find things sacred
but rather memories
Things can burn up in a fire
but memories are your's forever
Like the first time I saw my son
when they laid him on my stomach
Like the look on my husband's face
when he said "I do"
Like the look on my son's face
when he too said "I do" to his sweet wife
Like the time as a small child when my big brother
put me on his handle bars
and we road to the park to carve bad words in a tree
Like the time I went to meet my Australian terrier
when she was a puppy
and she jumped into my arms claiming me
Like the time I went to meet my Norfolk terrier
when he too was a puppy
and looked into his eyes telling him "your gonna love me"
Like the time my son told me
I was going to be a grandmother
Like the time I found out
it was going to be a boy!
Like the time my son tried to teach me how to cook
Like the time my son and daughter- in -law came to my hotel room
to comfort me when I was overwhelmed by my upcoming divorce
These are memories I hold dear and often visit
especially when life gets just too hard...
By Lynn Hahn