Me

One yet is Two
2002-10-24 16:28:38 (UTC)

Memories of my heart

Memories of my heart

Today as I stood in amongst the cedar trees I could
see 6 tiny hands preparing mud pies fit for a king. The
echoes of the 3 childish voices filled w/ laughter and
innocence. I also could see the chocolate cupcakes as they
were sit outside in the sunlight to bake, and the Dandelion
tea that was seeping in the pot on the shelf that was held
up by the cedar trees branches. I saw where the door to
the north used to be and laughed to myself thinking of the
time I had step on the frog under the welcome mat and he had
popped. Only now what is left is the rusted kettles and
pots that were once in constant use. The shelf is still
held by the same old steardy cedar branches. Also what was
brought back to me was the play house before this one, in
which there was a Mother mouse that would nest in the oven
and have her babies.
The present time seemed to fade from me and it was as
though I was watching our smaller versions play all over
again.
I saw Rusty the gentle pony letting us gather his hair
as we curried him to make horse hair balls, so we wouldn稚
forget him when he was gone. Those balls have long since
been gone, and Rusty has passed. The happy memories are
still there. And who could ever forget the snoopy, patient
Appaloosa, who would let us turn him into the great war
horse, w/ mud decorations (and sometimes lipstick if we
could get away w/ it) and things tied in his mane. Who can
ever forget the time that Candee cut his bangs and he looked
like one of the 3 stooges?
Than as I walked toward the barn I heard more voices on
the wind, only to find 3 little girls inside a dog house,
they were laughing and talking about things that little
girls talk about. Than they were on top of it w/ a
saddle and a lead rope hooked to a nail on the front of the
dog house. I now stop and think if that had been a real
horse it would have died of exhaustion.
As I entered the barn I saw the old Office and it too was
alive w/ the sounds of chalk on the board, someone talking
on the phone and the usual faithful patients. The diagnose
was almost always the same Chase the cat was fine, and Missy
Mom was expecting kittens any time. I smiled to myself and
shut the door.
Than the smell of hay drifted in from somewhere, and I was
taken out in the pasture watching busy children act as if
they were pioneers. They lived in quite cozy little hay
houses, had their cooking things w/ them and they were
getting ready to feed everyone there. It was a very busy,
mostly organized place.
Than I came back to the present and the tiny hay houses
are too small for them now. They do not think of playing in
the mud and making wonderful things, the dog house is no
longer there, and the office has been turned into a storage
place, and its patients have long been gone.
I came home that night and lay in bed thinking of these
things, and I cried. I cried for the simple fact that we
will never do those things again. We have grown up and put
our imagination away.
These will always be the Memories of My Heart.

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Shawna LaQuinn





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