Paying attention to our, as in this case, my surroundings. We spend too much time looking straight ahead, focussed on where are we going, what will we be doing? Look around stop staring at the ground.
The morning stroll from room to room Photos and paintings adorn the walls Smile and stop, family groups, happy and sad The camera captures good and bad My laughter rings out, memories surface Weddings and celebrations captured on film Moments in time, thoughts drift elsewhere Faces so lifelike include those no longer here Say a greeting then move on Study paintings, such amazing detailed scenery The early morning stillness of an empty house Climb the stairs, upstairs awaits its turn Photos of older members of the family All acknowledged with utmost respect Sounds of breathing, realised it is your own The stairs are a challenge, you should have known The end of a pathway reached for today Retraced steps, ready for daily frays Stand at the front door as I have many times before Listening to the house waking from its slumber Creaks and groans, a breeze from who knows where My laughter erupts, memories of loved ones Stop, listen, enjoy sounds we usually do not hear Life’s hustle and bustle awaits, onward and upward
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