3 houses down

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3 houses down
(by R.P.Edwards)

Three houses down
10 years apart
Children
And laughter
And feasting of heart
Savor these moments
The hours
The years
For soon “you’ll” remember
As others…you hear

I was standing in front of the backyard grill.  Above the coals; burgers, brats and a few “plump when you cook them” wieners.  And, to my left, three houses down; wafting over the privacy fence; the sound of small children in joyful frolic and, mixed in with the squeals and laughter, older voices; no doubt the careful caregivers; monitoring the merry mayhem and perhaps, like I, shuffling some protein on the grill.

And I thought to myself, “Ten years.  What a difference ten years makes.” For, you see, a decade ago many of “my” children were the wee ones; bounding, splashing, laughing, as I, with less gray, shuffled the sizzling meat over the glowing Kingsford cubes.  Ten little years.  Ten little years…from “there”…to here.

However, this isn’t meant to be a somber piece.  Just a gentle reminder of the brevity of being. A reality check to bring to light our common illusion of mortal…immortality.  Yes, a centering to “what’s really important.” And…a little post-it note for the fridge to remind that eternal things…are the things…you don’t see.
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Concerning the Book (upper right). A couple days left on the give-away.  Pertinent info can be found at the bottom of the previous post. 

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