myself out of it. But it might still be there...I might weaken.
This old rocking chair belongs to son JoJo.
It makes me think of a high school poem I once wrote.
Bravely sharing my poem tonight...
The Old Man
In his familiar rocker
on the front porch
sat
the old man.
The back and forthmotion
ceased.
Memories from the past
flooded his mind,
and the past
became present
as he relived
sweet and painful experiences of childhood;
tender moments of first love;
trying steps into manhood;
intimacy of marriage;
and
pride of parenthood.
Returning
to the present
he found it
meaningless;
lonely;
empty.
In his familiar rocker
on the front porch
died
the old man.
Friday night we experienced an exciting game between Munford and Southwind. A record of four straight wins has pumped up enthusiasm
for the football season. Also there's excitement for the band that has an invitation to the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.
When I attend high school games, I miss Lauren and Lester. Their HS years went by too fast, and now they have busy lives far away from Tipton County.
When I go antiquing, I miss my mother. She and I had many happy excursions together. There are reminders of her every day. Sometimes the feelings are so intense that I long to go back in time.
Changes. Acceptance. Peace.
