I vaguely remember
My first day at school.
New clothes and supplies,
Help finding my desk.


I clearly remember
My first recital.
My mom, the piano,
“Bicycle Built for Two.”


And then there’s that memory
That can trouble my soul:
so big, overwhelming.
First day in Junior high,


I’m pleased to remember
My graduation day.
excitement and hope,
Good-byes and moving on.


So many memories
Of firsts and special times,
Some sad, others pleasant;
Always part of my life.


It’s funny how memories
Help to shape who we are.
Old stories and pictures
Of seasons gone by.


Yet new ones are forming
Each day that we live.
Scenes not yet painted;
Still being created.


Published by lifehelps

I am like a rich tapestry, full of texture and color. I'm a musician, composer, poet, gardener, homemaker and friend. I worked as anLCSW for 22 years; as a socialworker for 26 years all told. Before that, I was a rehabilitation teacher. My passion is to come alongside others; to empower and bless them. That is why you will find plenty of variety in my blog. Two very important things to know about me is that I am a life-long learner - An explorer and sojourner. I also belong to the Lord, before you get tweeked out: I am not saying I am "religious." There is a huge difference between all of the rules and empty practice that often gets associated with Christianity and the kind of life that comes from being in a relationship with the loving God. May you find encouragement, inspiration, insight, good ideas and a laugh or two as you read my posts and comments.

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