The Mind is a Library I Often Visit
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Thursday 7.26.2018
I've been up since 5AM Friendlies, checked in with world and local news
and I feel a nap coming on strong so, in parting: My dear departed Aunt
Pauline is somewhere in here but I can't find her since I only met her
when she was in her forties and I was just a little girl. I remember our
vacations in Point Pleasant, New Jersey and the wild blackberries
behind the boarding house we stayed at. I remember sleeping over on her
fold out couch surrounded by stuffed animal toys in that
dark apartment in Yonkers and those memories are enough. Gosh-I never
even knew her last name or whose sister she was! She had a 'boyfriend'
for decades. He lived in a hotel nearby. Right near the end of her life,
I got word they had married and moved in to her place together! Yet I
can't see her face at all but to recall it was long and thin, and that
she always seemed like an old lady in my memory.
~*~
We say "to my mind", then launch into a statement
We say "I think" before something we desire to tell
We retain impressions for a lifetime from a lifetime
carry them on the ever changing stream of our days