Another year has come and gone, laid
by like some worn silk scarf barely visible from a year’s wear. Betty and I fold the thread bear year and tuck
it away for good. A dog buried beside
the still waters of our farm, our third born prayed for at the terminal gate, a
young daughter driving off to the school in the mountains, fresh sheets pulled
tight over empty beds, heat vents screwed shut, doors gently closed, refrigerator
and cabinets mostly empty and quiet has once again come to our home. Betty and I will pick up where we left off,
snuggling down together in soft chairs by warm fires and rock away our days in
love and art making with half hearted anticipation of the next time our home
will be filled to overflowing with the families our love has made...and quiet
has once again come to our home.
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