Yesterday was a gift . . .
Old teachers coming by, bringing
with them bits of joy, memories,
life.
It's so interesting the things that
come to mind when you see people
from the past, a kind of awakening.
Fun times recalled, stories abound,
laughter . . . oh the laughter.
So loved the sharing over margs;
I felt I was in a kind of heaven!
And then, the music began. How
this man could play, and I loved
the singing, the singing of old
songs.
Life is so interesting, complicated,
wondrous . . . rather like a patchwork
quilt. I would add, it seems to be
divided into segments, again the quilt
idea. Each segment of life bestows
its moments and memories.
Old friends spending time and I am
immediately cast back into those
precious years in the classroom. I
so loved my 40 years of teaching.
The students, loves of my life!
Indeed, I enjoyed yesterday . . .
but the gift of memories brought
to the table is one of the most
precious ever.
Bless you all for this . . .
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