Memories Echo Their Truths.
It seems so very long ago; guess because it really is. Faces of two small children and a husband and i, filled this space called a home.
Spilled toys out of place to adults, but just where they should be to kids. Paint brushes, pencils drawing papers on the dinner table. That's not where an adult should leave them. Well anyway it's not what adult husband and father in the house thought.
Seems things were always out of place, but really, they were all in place, in time, in a harmony juxtaposed with the way it was and should be.
Now a lot of space fills that space; and memories echo their truths. Time was back then; when family was scribbled in the mind of a father, a mother, a daughter and a son.
raindrops echo
the music of today -
what of tomorrow
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