I am a collector

...of the traditional, such as: rocks, shells and stamps.  I am also a collector of the intangible, such as stories and memories, like this one, posted today in honor of my mother: an amazing person who continues to inspire me; and, one half of the symphony that has guided me and for which I lack the words to express my gratitude.

Memories

One quietly hums while the other softly sings

Creating a symphony

That jars me out of my reverie

Into the present,

Where I am suddenly aware

I have been given a gift.

A memory to tuck away

To be treasured at a later time.

For at this moment

I am kneeling

In a pew

With my father on my left and my mother on my right

Feeling so blessed

To be sharing this moment

With them.

They are unaware of each other’s contribution to this symphony

Or the effect this moment is having on me.

Light streams through stained glass windows

Creating patterns which today we observe but do not see.

We are together yet in our own places

Inside ourselves among our thoughts

With music and light filling the spaces in between.


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