
The slate seems to have no distinct meaning,
But in looking closely, its marks signal times past,
gathered while face to face with love.
Caution is extended me this day,
to mirror images I hold dear in my heart,
not erasing treasures that allow beauty to return.
For a day may come when family and friends are far removed,
and it will be memories that keep me strong, believing life is good,
and then I will reflect and say, it has been worth all the sacrifice.
Many times, we only think in terms of the present or future, forgetting times past with our children and friends. Some say, leave the past in the past, I don't agree (totally). There are many wonderful things to gather. Several blogging posts have reminded me of adventures had with my children - their funny (and precious) sayings, the hugs and kisses, the shared secrets, etc. Then there are the crazy times with friends, the wacky presents we'd exchange, the laughter shared, and the tears of happiness and pain shed. These are reflections that I never want to erase; for if I clean my slate, I have lost a world of happiness, joy and caring.
Erase Not Good Remembrances, for a day could come when memories are all we may have.












