Saturday, October 16, 2010

It came to me
Recalling my first day for school...
Aged five, my mommy I did miss.
At noon, carrying my brown paper bag,
Walking into a room filled with noise 'n' chatter,
I pulled out a sandwich & apple.
Attached, was a note...
"Remember I love you",
Among the noise; the clatter,
I felt bliss.


...Time passes so fast.
still ev'ry now and then
a memory arises for just a fleeting moment.
A memory, long faded by years...
Like torn and tattered pages of my life's book.
For that fleeting moment I smile!
Quickly opens the flood waters; in the past I look...

Mom, my day is washed with tears.

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by Hootin' Ann
October 2010

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Retired, living in the coastal area of the Gulf of Mexico. -enjoying the sand and surf. I have these titles: daughter, sister, wife, mother and grandmother of two grandsons.

I enjoy music, movies, beach combing, pencil sketching, crocheting, and dabble in watercolor painting. My obsession: learning photography skills; birding along the Coastal Birding Trails in our area.

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