Dia de la Bloglandia...Remember?

Do you remember?
Remember giving me roses?
Remember window shopping and planning a future?
I do,
I remember.

When I look in the mirror, I see the changes
but my heart is still the same.
You were so handsome and I was so beautiful,
at least that's the way
I remember it.

The house looks the same, the woods haven't changed.
I remember the way the dirt smelled when the sun was so hot in the summer
and the smell of the moisture in the soil when it rained in the fall.
I remember the way the wind whistled in the rafters and the way I complained about it!
I do remember.

The truck is in the same place it always is.
I don't think anyone is taking care of it anymore.
Isn't there anyone who remembers how much fun we had?
How many dances that truck took us to? How many picnics? Trips to visit family?
Are we completely forgotten?

I remember.

I still make the bed up each morning,
I remember how good clean sheets and smooth cotton feel in the heat of our high desert.
I remember the warmth of a good blanket when it got cold and the softness of feather pillows.
I remember.

Remember our dreams? Of travel? Ah Paris! Mexico City!
Of children? And how those dreams came true?
And how we coped when they didn't?
I remember.
Remember how much fun we had sharing that box of Cracker Jacks and the ring at the bottom? I love that ring. Where is it now?
I remember.

Oh how I loved to get all dressed up and go dancing. Remember?
The music, the people, the feeling of community? And the food!
I remember.

Remember how proud you were when you could afford to replace that Cracker Jack ring with a real one? And you bought those ruby earrings as well.
I remember.
And the combs I had for my hair and my fancy dress.
We did well for ourselves, didn't we?
I remember.

And how you loved to surprise me with hair ribbons.
You knew how much I loved color and how drab our lives sometimes appeared.
But those ribbons brought such joy to me.
You always remembered the little things.
I remember.

There is no death as long as someone remembers.
I remember.

(this is the piece I did for the South Broadway Cultural Center Show tomorrow)
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