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[aid] => mick
[title] => Front Porch sitting
[time] => 2015-04-15 12:13:00
[hometext] => I went to visit my granny Winkle the other day, and she has Alzheimer’s,it didnt take long to realize she did not remember me,bitter sweet, but we talked about front porch sitting
[bodytext] => Pulled up in front of the house the birds all gathering for some seed. I picked up the painted daisies I had bought her gathered myself, inhaled a deep breath. Not really sure of the granny I may see. Speaking calmly to myself, "you will not cry, not a tear will fall from your eyes, take this visit as best you can, make new sweet memories,if you can. It just took a moment, and I then knew my gray haired granny with crystal eyes so blue with her southern drawl and southern grit did not remember me, not one bit. She said,"honey I'm sorry, I dont remember you, my mind is gone these days, I said,"oh that is ok, no worries sweet lady you always loved me and I you that for now will have to do. We chatted about the weather, and how chilly out it was that day. She made the comment about her porch and how she loves sitting out there on warm days, and evenings. "Porches are for sitting, and chatting with a cup porches are meant for sitting with those you love Watching the Idaho sunrise, watching the sun set watching the birds flutter about and the big white clouds pass by in the sky. Smell the flowers on the summer winds and listen to the coo of the doves. I told her soon,very soon, the two of us will do this together again. Warmer weather is on the way, hold on to the days,hold on. I look forward to sitting out there with her and we will learn to know each other again a new meeting and memory made sitting on the porch. I didn't leave that day, without my eyes flooding with tears. It wasn't just me but the three of us there bitter sweet the tears bitter sweet. Tears of joy, tears of sadness tears of things that had happened. Tears of years and memories lost tears of hopes for new memories to come. Yes I cried, and I cried some more and as I left those tears fell on the front porch. Now its a part of me again. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 400 [topic] => 48 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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