unforgotten

is.

it just is.

all of it — I mean, think about it.

if our bodies couldn’t remember how to

create themselves

again and again and again,

we wouldn’t be;

we couldn’t go on

the golden thread running from you to me

to Creator to oak tree,

to clouds in the sky,

and rainbows over the highway,

just

keeps 

glowing. isn’t it marvelous…

so whether we dance today

and not tomorrow,

or 

whether we build love over a lifetime

and then become invisible…

fear not, for

the orchid remembers how to bloom;

the dogwoods, to flower;

the sparrows, to serenade;

and all of it. is for all-of-us,

my dear!

always for us

L.S. 2/19/24

Photo was taken in my front yard, a spring or two ago. When you were a kid, did you also make a wish as you blew the puffy seeds all over the place? ☺️

Poem is from another of Beth Kempton‘s #tinywinterpoem, day #6, where she supplied the word, unforgotten. Same rules…10 minutes, no editing – but I broke the rules today and edited. 😱😌 This latest set of prompts has been a challenge for me to write about, so what is written is written! 🤭😄 What comes to mind when you think of the word, unforgotten?

Wherever you are in the world, I hope your day is a lovely one. 💜