For Our Own Good

Time passes so quickly we forget
the extravagance of loss until something plain
stands in our way to say Remember.
Opening the refrigerator to see a jar of olives,
that treat your father loved to snack on.
Standing in the checkout line as
the overhead speaker plays Love Is Blue,
that tune your mother swayed to
as she did the dishes at night.
Such somethings find their way into our
distracted days for our own good,
so we might not forget what we mean – to be loving.
 
 

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6 Comments

  1. Developing A New Image on January 21, 2015 at 1:13 pm

    …ah the pleasure that falls into our hearts from an unseen spirit…got to love it..thanx for the reminder..j

  2. Beth Impson on January 21, 2015 at 1:44 pm

    Lovely; so true. It’s those little things that are so painful, yet so sweet, too.

  3. Carol on January 21, 2015 at 1:50 pm

    “When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been you delight.” Kahil Gibran

  4. Jewels on January 21, 2015 at 2:49 pm

    Thank you for this poignant reminder.

  5. literarywanderings on January 22, 2015 at 6:25 am

    Sensory memories – so simple yet so deep and meaningful. Thank you for this reflection.

  6. Hope on January 22, 2015 at 11:47 am

    This moved me to tears, as it brought to mind my own mom and dad, now gone. This was a good thing, though. Thank you.

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