Just the way it is.

Magnolia, Crepe Myrtle and Oleander,
Flowers of the South; just the sound of their names makes my mind wander…
To evenings filled with freeze tag and children’s laughter.
The grass smells of watermelon, fresh cut or soon after.
Picturing lightening bugs hiding from young hands and jars,
Getting called to Supper as the dusk succumbed to stars.
Fried green tomatoes with white rice, redeye gravy then to ender,
Mom’s Cowboy pie which was always a winner,
Why can some memories come so thick it seems that you could cut ‘em?
Then others elude me like words to a forgotten old hymn…
Hidden deep seemingly lost forever just out of touch,
Remembering, remembering I have forgotten so much.

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  • tales2tell on Nov 11, 2008

    The flowers in your garden are so beautiful! Memories are a funny thing. When we do remember them, we need to write them down, before this MS thing tries to hide them away. I don’t think our memories are ever gone forever. I think they are hidden, and little things bring them back, sometimes when we least expect them. The more memories we write about, the more that come back. Keep your wonderful writing up!

  • Spyder on Nov 11, 2008

    A recall of your memories……..jogged mine. I vividly remember the things of which you write……….yes, they are so thick ……….thanks for the refresher….

  • Schaller on Nov 17, 2008

    I liked the pictures of lillies,amaryilis, and hydrangea. You take these in your own garden? Not being a son of the south, some of the dishes elude my grasp, bu tthe lighting bugs and the smell of freshly cut grass bring back memories. My favorite line: Why can some memories come so thick it seems that you could cut ‘em?
    Then others elude me like words to a forgotten old hymn…

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