A Little Yellow Bookmark
One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce…
to remember people, places, things and moments
that have happened…that we miss.
Take our house for instance
its floors and walls and ceiling are lined
with a myriad of memories our children left behind.
Floating in the air…they wait…and we would be remiss
If we didn’t stop and catch a few….
If we didn’t reminisce.
It’s like dipping our hand in the water as we float along a stream…
catching handfuls of our memories
times we laughed and loved and dreamed…
Today as we were cleaning out a drawer
we found a bookmark, that had years ago been misplaced
It was yellow…made of felt
with a little smile for a face.
A little yellow bookmark
picked out of the river flow…
A little yellow bookmark
made by tiny hands so long ago…
A little yellow bookmark…spanning a time continuum so vast
A little yellow bookmark…linking our present to our past…
A little yellow bookmark…
reminding us of a moment in time we miss…
marking that moment forever
every time we reminisce.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2018
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