10;

For a wave goodbye that is nothing but temporary, it has been this hard since the very first one.


There was nothing to do but hold the tears in.
And try mighty hard to swallow the lump that just wouldn't shrink.
A glance at that one bracelet hugging my wrist
would cause a fresh new batch of tears to be held in.
I am stubborn of course. They musn't be seen.
And at that moment, there was nothing to do but
gently roll that one bracelet around my wrist, slowly.
Bead by beautiful bead, and to each a different memory recalled again and again.

(In remembrance of Saturday, December 11th 2010)

**

The bunny line had me hopping, these bunny ears had me smiling.



**

Twisted roads and blue blue skies.
The smell of rain has always been a pleasure.
There are days when sinking into wet grass is very much needed.
With each storm that passes, we are everything and stronger.
Finding order out of chaos has never been fulfilling until now.
The many empty glasses are accompaniments of Hearts that is contently filled.

And I am sitting here continuing to roll that one bracelet bead by beautiful bead,
letting a different memory take me away to a time where the sights, sounds and smells
are different
but comfortingly familiar.