Dear Mom,
It is our last night here.
I'm going to miss this place:
the views
the space
the freedom.
The waves of migrating birds and the loudest toads I've ever heard.
The other animals who have cohabitated with us for a time:
a painted turtle,
someone's homing pigeon,
friends who come and go.
As we scrub away our tracks,
I regret the photos I didn't take,
and hope the memories will stay clear
without becoming a burden upon the next home.
Love,
Ruth
2 comments:
Dear Ruth,
There are plenty of beautiful pictures posted on this blog to augment any memory lapses. But I think that your memory of things will be clearer and more abundant, knitted right into the fiber of who you are. One does not easily forget having lived in space and freedom.
I haven't checked the blog for so long, that this entry surprised me! I didn't think you would have a chance for a final entry before joining the wagon train and heading out.
I can hardly wait for the new entries to come in from your very own home. Ahead is a new kind of freedom.
Love, mom
Dear Ruth,
PS. Your last blog from the hill was very poetic.
love you so much, as always,
mom
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