First, a link: Sunday Photography Interview: Sean McCormick (Part 2) & Poetry Challenge
Next, a picture:
Last, a poem:
It was a late October day My sister and I had been looking for rocks Not just any rocks, but Special rocks The one she found was best, for It looked like a bird. I placed it there, on the sill My sister's rock It made her smile, and I always loved her smile, as Brothers always should Of sisters. Every little while now From one age to the next I go back there to our old house, and find that rock again, to Put it back just, so I see her smile once more.
15 comments:
Beautiful and heart warming
Most touching post i read in recent times ! So much of emotions captured here ..
Reminded ne of a time my sister and I went looking for special clouds, and we'd lay on our backs and I'll tell her stories of the shapes we saw on those cumulus. Nice gentle take on the prompt
Sharing a sense of history, especially with siblings, is a great joy. Your poem reminds of us of how commemorating the past solidifies bonds in the present.
This is so sweet and yet so sad... a beautifully told story.
Wow. These were nice comments to wake up to.
Usually, I respond to each comment in turn, but here, I will just say that you all have already each formed a sense of completion, so, thank you.
aww - this was lovely and heart-warming..
Love the picture, love the poem even more.
beautiful and sweet. Thought it was a bird myself. Definitely made me smile.
This is just gorgeous!
This was wonderful...made me think of my siblings...and the little things that bonded us when we were young.
most interesting. at every age, our memories are the bond that keeps us together...
good post!
Bruce
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I have been working away at other things all day, so it was nice once again to see the fine comments. My mom would say, "Thanks for the 'warm fuzzies.'"
Now the problem is visiting your blogs. It's a time management thing. I like to leave thoughtful comments too.
Comment: Short. No blogs to visit.
Poem - Brings me good family memories. Write on!
Freddie: Understood. My problem is time to visit them, for I like to take my time.
Comment: Thanks.
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