Our lives are moments handed down from generation to generation upon which we build a new version based on this foundation. Our lives appear to be heirlooms. Today, write about an heirloom, memento, or keepsake. Describe it, from whom it was given and the strength of the attachment.
He had his travel suitcase packed
Retirement had come at last
He’d freely roam by sea or land
A destination always planned.
By Dale Frost, CC BY 2.0
July 7th – Your “Bunkie/tent mate” is getting on your nerves. Think of a non-hurtful prank you can play as payback. You can write about the event or of the reaction to it.
“…the only thing to do about Love is to Love more…” – Author Unknown
For My Honey
One chapter to go
He snuggled right in
Camp light aglow
In honey of muck, Now
He’ll just have to Wait,
Until we get home.
By Fae, CC-BY-SA 3.0, Image cropped
On A Roll
He made me laugh through our darkest of days,
So many, many hours ended that way.
Let loose! Let loose! With laughter then,
Who knows when we shall laugh again?
Sit here real close, let me tell you once more:
Let loose your laughter! We fell to the floor!
“Loud! A raucous!” They started to say,
But we didn’t care, just laughed anyway!
“Hush up! Hush up!” Not spoken out,
It would not quiet laughter’s shout.
So, stopping well short of that which they brought,
“Hush up” was something they left there in thought.
Photo courtesy of GraphicStock
“…I can always find you…” –B So… while I was out and about, meandering through my writing/photo journey, I see that you visited, <3. I thought that you might. It appears that you immersed yourself in the pure, cloudy draping that covered your large, overstuffed, burgundy chair, and that you pulled back the covering from your huge television screen, just enough to enjoy the picture after locating your clicker, untouched, hidden, just where you left it. Yess… I know you…and I know you were there ~ serenely snuggled in soft sunlight, grey flannel bathrobe, cashmere throw… ~ oil of peppermint essence wafting ~ … and the tears well, and my heart hurts…
By Ky3HeUOB, PD
“…Rush home to your arms, you soothe my weary soul…” **
Haven Under the Pine Tree
and I do mean Nothing
Stand in the way
Of our returning Home
**Jewel, “I Won’t Walk Away”, CD: This Way