To all my Keepers!!!!!!!
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a
house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio,
door, the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth
the hospital room, I was struc k with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never
While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it
when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick.
This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad
report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents....
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some
Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know
are special.... And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it
the people I think of in the same way...............which is all of you!!!!!!!
Love to all...................CINDY