TIMES IN MY LIFE
A WOMAN'S VIEW
THOUGHTS by b. Malin
HAVE WE BECOME A WORDLESS SOCIETY? WE DON'T LOOK, WE DON'T TALK, AND WE HARDLY EVER TOUCH UNLESS NECESSARY. WHY?
BUT WE WILL TEXT, TEXT, TEXT, ALL THE WAY HOME, AS WE PASS EACH OTHER IN STONEY SILENCE. NOT A GLANCE, NOR A NOD OF RECOGNITION. WHY?
WE DON'T REALLY HATE OUR BROTHERS....OR FEAR OUR SISTERS TRIUMPHS. ALTHOUGH, SOMEONE ELSES SUCCESS MAKES US UNEASY. WHY?
I SEE CHILDREN LAUGHING IN THE SUNSHINE, CUDDLING IN THEIR SLEEP IN THE DARK. HOLDING EACH OTHER IN COMFORT WHEN THEY HURT. WHY?
ARE THEIR PARENTS TOO BUSY TEXT, TEXT, TEXTING?
THEIR CHILDREN WILL GROW UP SOMEDAY. THEY WILL STILL PLAY IN THE SUNSHINE FOR THEIR GENERATION IS DIFFERENT. UNTIL SOMEONE TEACHES THEM HOW TO TEXT, TEXT, TEXT.
BUT I HOPE THAT THEY WILL LOOK UP, AND STILL SEE THE RAINBOWS.
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TREASURES OF TIME by b. Malin
I was rummaging through my top dresser draw the other day. The one that I lovingly refer to as my "junk" draw. But oh the Treasures that it holds....
The snapshots both old and new, that project through images those times and places in our lives. My two Sons "Baby" books, each kept so accurately up to the fifth year....Then carefully put away when I realized that their baby days were over....But all their "firsts" are contained in those books, for me to reread and remember.
I see the two "scrap" books, filled with school stuff....just "stuff" they'd both remind me. " Why do you keep everything we do?" they'd ask, as I lovingly put them in their proper books. "Because someday you'll get a kick out of it," I smile and say. But the real truth is....I can't bare to throw anything away of theirs.
There is also a large brown envelope that contains Political Slogans, Bumper Stickers, and letters of "thanks" from different candidates that I had helped with their campaigns. I leaf through the pamphlets of promises made, and think of those that were quickly broken. It brought back the memories and the excitement of the campaigns for the chosen...and also the defeats and disappointments, for the losers. Now it remains just a "bitter sweet" memory in my mind.
My box of "cards" catches my eye. I do not have to open it to remember what it contains. I know, for it is one of my "favorite treasures". There are cards that read, Congratulations to the Bride and Groom. Much Happiness in your First Apartment. Congratulations on The Birth of Your Son...Congratulations on Your Second Son....Good Luck in your First Home. And so on, they have become a living history of my life.
The rest of the dresser draw is full of odds and ends, which I really should clean out....well, maybe someday, I will. But not now....definitely not now!
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Life is like a Good Book.....Enjoy it! Or, Edit what You don't Like. by b. Malin
