Posts tagged ‘remember’

November 19, 2020

Every Now & Then

It’s not that big
of a deal, of a mountain,
of a challenge, 
for most people,
or even for me.

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December 1, 2016


Orange record player
First class ticket out of Dodge
“Puppy Love” express


I vaguely remember, the time when I was just little… and my older brother taught me how to write my name.

I remember being very proud of myself.  My brother seemed proud of me too.  And he told me that we could now play a game… a great, fun, NEW game.  I eagerly and happily awaited his instructions.  I would do just about anything my older brother told me to do when I was little.  Something I grew out of, thankfully, but not before learning some lessons the hard way.  This was going to be one of those lessons.

I remember my brother giving me an orange crayon… and he said, “I’m going to go out of your room and count to 100.  When I come back in, anything that does not have your name on it – is mine.”

You would think that

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September 11, 2011

Moment of Silence

The moment of silence,
of remembrance and reverence,
hung thick in the air,
out of place.
An invited intruder
that compels us
to stop

and listen –  for once.

The stillness moves us,
allows memories to flood
into hearts and eyes
so that we can almost see
with profound cognizance
what most often gets lost
in the crowded sounds
of life.

We listened – until,

the voice of a child,
caught up in his own moment,
broke the silence,
provoking a, “sssshhhhh” from his mother,
while others scowled,
convincing him to sit quietly
beside his deafening confusion.
Crying silently, he fit
right in.

The moment – lost.

~ smj

“No music, no pomp, just images and silence….

July 6, 2007

Empty Spaces

Empty spaces remain still,
Through tides of wind and time.
Sand and dust and ink can’t fill,
The imprints left behind.

Life may end in sad good-byes,
That in time, they say, we forget.
But, I still see your fading eyes,
Still smell your last cigarette.

Once, I thought Time might bequeath,
A point when your shadow won’t roam,
When a precious moment is not bittersweet,
And my house is no longer your home.

But it’s not for Time to bestow such days,
This was never a plan promised by Time.
For Time knows memories are worth the pain,
And teaches without reason or rhyme.

~ smj

“Don’t let your soul get  lonely, child —
it’s only time; it will go by.
Don’t look for love in faces, places —
it’s in you; that’s where you’ll find kindness.

Be here.. be here now.. be here now..
be.. be here now.. be here now…”

Be Here Now, by Ray LaMontagne