A White Satin Glove
The family went through a lifetime of mementos and in short time reduced them to a series of boxes and plastic bags.
They heaped it all along the curb awaiting trash removal.
Bows and ribbons from long ago gifts lay atop neatly folded wrapping paper.
Faded photos of subjects now forgotten flutters in the breeze.
A child's drawing with the words in faded crayon "I love you Grandma" blows down the street borne upon sudden gust of wind.
A white satin glove sits atop one of the boxes and I wonder about the woman who wore it.
My questions go unanswered except in my own mind's eye.
She must have led a rich life, perhaps the gloves were worn to a wedding, perhaps dinner and the opera.
I ask myself, was she garbed in elegant finery as she danced a night away?
I am certain of one thing as I bend to pick up the child's scrawled token...
She was loved.
Together
In their youth they sparked and yearned
Not knowing which way their lives would turn
They always knew they'd be together
Their love endured any weather
Through the years with much devotion
They sailed life's seas across the ocean
Through storm and gale they made their way
Knowing soon would be a brighter day
Even after the fire grew cold
For them devotion never grew old
Though frail and slow now they walk
Of together and love, they still talk
Watching them walk arm and arm
They inspire all with their charm
Love still sparkles in their eyes
A love like theirs really never dies
Womanly Stages
Soft and warm, a bundle of joy
Parents so happy I wasn't a boy
Freckles and giggles and high-pitched screams
Dolls and teddy bears make up our dreams
Toddling and stumbling we bravely did try
When we did fall, we're encouraged to cry
Braids and curls made us so sweet
Little boys delighted in tickling our feet
Bodies start changing as we watched it in awe
Marveling at new things on our chests we now saw
Sullen and moody and not knowing why
Advancing to teen years, over a blemish we'd cry
Meeting and loving a some young coltish boy
When he was bold we acted so coy
Wanting to remain our own Daddy's girl
We battled emotions, our minds in a whirl
Life's decisions we now had to make
Pondering which path we were destined to take
A doctor or lawyer or shop girl or student
We made our decisions, often not prudent
Some of us wed and before long were mothers
Now we had to learn to nurture some others
Holding our babies so close when they'd cry
Kissing a boo-boo 'til the tears would dry
Trying our hardest to be what we should
Struggling to make life as good as we could
Helping our mate through the daily struggle
Too tired at night to kiss and to snuggle
Now children have grown and are leaving the nest
Not 'til they've gone we realized we're blessed
Perhaps we'll be lucky and they'll bring us more joy
When grandchildren come, such a sweet girl and boy
We ventured down life's path and did our best
Without instructions we completed our quest
Now as we're changing so often we'll cry
No one understands us we can't figure why
Again we go through stages nature has meant
To make us now stronger must have been the intent
From babies to girls to women and now old
Once precious pearls, we become solid gold
The years pass so quickly as on speeding wings
We've learned to cherish life's little things
Capture each moment hold it close to your heart
For as times passes those we love must depart
What was once a struggle we sigh and remember
As life flees by from May to December
Womanly stages have come and they've gone
Through the legacy of love our lives will go on
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