| I found this while going through some old papers. It is dated June 20, 1991
As it breaks through the clouds
I can see the sun
A looming storm cloud
now becomes steadily distant.
It's showers left floods
but with the sun it brings flowers.
Bright colors dance
from slowly fading puddles.
Shelter is no longer taken.
I venture forth, unprotected.
Afraid to be drenched again to drowning.
Afraid to miss the sun.
A new hope.
A new chance for rain. |
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| I am finally cleaning out my back room. Box after box of old family memories await me. I keep telling myself, "you can't keep everything, you can't keep everything." It's so hard. Old letters from people long gone, written to people gone even longer. Mostly "how's the weather there, it's hot here" kind of letters. Daily in's an out's. The handwriting is familiar, comforting even, and so hard to let go of. With each one I feel the need to apologize to the spirit of the author. "I'm sorry but I have to let it go. Please forgive me." I wouldn't dream of throwing away history. The really important ones are safe. Mom, Dad, I hope I'm doing it right. I'm trying to be strong but it's just so hard. |
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