I wasn't going to post today because I was taking my grandson to Santa Fe, but plans had to change, and his parents traveled here for the weekend instead. While reading my early e-mail, I found a poem by Edwin Romond from Jayne Jaudon Ferrer at Your Daily Poem. I love the way he takes that one moment to give us good advice. And because of events that have happened in Colorado this summer, to me this year and to those close to me, the poem is an important reminder, to celebrate the moments we have today. I hope all of you enjoy this too.
Coda
Asbury Park, August 3, 1962.
I am 13 and smiling
in this photo with my father
on his 53rd birthday.
the rest is here.
Thank you for sharing this poem. Hope all go to the rest of the poem. It is such a powerful message, beautifully written. Have a great "change of plans" day - they're often the best!
ReplyDeleteI needed this poem today, Linda - thanks. I was missing my own father on my walk this morning. Those moments sneak up on you!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your family time this weekend, and thanks for the reminders to treasure the expected and the unexpected in each day.
Love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThere was a piece in the Parade Magazine this week about the senses. And the bit about the sense of smell is the one that really caught me. About how smell, above all the other senses, can trigger memories. I catch whiffs of my father's cigarette, or the smell of him working on the lawn mower, and I go right back to those moments.
Enjoy every moment with your family!
This is great reminder that we need to enjoy our time with our loved ones.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you showcased this poem - I too enjoyed it in my inbox this morning. Means quite a lot especially after the time I spent with my father last week. SO GRATEFUL. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI think I'll have to print this out and put in my notebook...
ReplyDeleteHope all is well with you and yours
Oh my, this poem is certainly one to knock the breath out of one. What a perfect share after the summer events in your area.
ReplyDeleteLoved that line - no arcade fortune teller could convince me - it continually amazes me that transient things seem so solid in the present moment. Good poem.
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