I have a "thing" about daffodils, probably Because Grandma had planted the Bulbs along the edge of our yard next to The gravel road. They proliferated. I loved them. I remember picking a bouquet for my Teacher and carefully transporting the Flowers in a canning jar on the school bus. Several years ago I was excited to find the Yellow blooms lining the lawn of an Abandoned farmhouse near my condo. I helped myself and filled several vases with The flowers. But alas! The farmhouse was razed and the Land cleared. Coming back from Florida it seemed like Daffodils were blooming everywhere, But on private property. How happy Danny and I were to spy Clumps of the flowers hidden in the Wooded area behind our house! Who could have planted them? A farm wife? A squirrel? Danny exchanged his church clothes for Old apparel and pushed his way through the Thorny underbrush. He returned with a handful of the precious Yellow posies. (Along with muddy shoes.) I gushed my appreciation to my dear Husband as only I could gush. Danny's gift was one of love and labor, A perk that brought back poignant Daffodil memories, a perfect perk for Easter day. |
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"Were there vets in your family?" I
Asked Danny. He thought for a moment and Then named uncles and cousins. At least two of them had been Shot, but survived. I listed Jack, a seasoned vet, And 4 of my brothers, each One dear to me. On this day of remembrance we All know vets. We all owe vets. Danny and I paused in the Middle of our breakfast to thank God for them. In serving our country, our vets Serve us.
I emptied my condo of my clothes and
Transported them to my new home. Only a suit and a dress still hung in The corner of one closet, the Apparel Jack and I wore at our Wedding in Missy's living room 22 Years ago. I searched the pockets of the suit, Finding an old tissue and then Gently placed the clothing in a Black garbage bag for Good Will. It was an emotional moment for me. I remembered the joy of our Wedding day. I remembered how Jack had surprised Me by wearing the suit on our 13th Wedding anniversary, our last. But at the same time I was keenly Aware that the chapter of my life With Jack had closed. I had no regrets, only gratitude. I knew it was the proper time to Dispose of my past wedding garb. It was a new beginning for Danny and Me, a beautiful and blessed one. It was time to move on, to make New memories on our street so Aptly named, Memories Lane.
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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