Sweet, Soft Memories
Up and over Dallas Hill,
along the ridge,
is the little red house we called home
when our first baby was born.
Down the other side,
on the shore of Saddleback Lake,
is where our love first emerged.
I visited this special part
of our world,
and as I explored
the pain of loss was very gentle.
Instead I was filled
with sweet, soft memories
of tennis matches, moonlight hikes
bike rides to the movies,
horseback adventures -
me on Buck, you on Fire,
as we opened our hearts
to each other.
Before I headed down the road
to return to the home we shared
as our children grew,
I gazed out over the lake.
And again delightful memories
swirled all through.
Paddling, sailing, swimming,
skiing on the frozen surface.
I will always miss your physical presence,
but these memories are
such a tender balm to my being
as I harbor them
in my healing heart.
I’m so grateful for
sweet, soft memories
of you and me
together.
Up and over Dallas Hill,
along the ridge,
is the little red house we called home
when our first baby was born.
Down the other side,
on the shore of Saddleback Lake,
is where our love first emerged.
I visited this special part
of our world,
and as I explored
the pain of loss was very gentle.
Instead I was filled
with sweet, soft memories
of tennis matches, moonlight hikes
bike rides to the movies,
horseback adventures -
me on Buck, you on Fire,
as we opened our hearts
to each other.
Before I headed down the road
to return to the home we shared
as our children grew,
I gazed out over the lake.
And again delightful memories
swirled all through.
Paddling, sailing, swimming,
skiing on the frozen surface.
I will always miss your physical presence,
but these memories are
such a tender balm to my being
as I harbor them
in my healing heart.
I’m so grateful for
sweet, soft memories
of you and me
together.
Sarah Carlson
July 29, 2018
Thank you for sharing this sweet and intimate moment with us . . . and so articulately.
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