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My Secret Drawer
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My Secret Drawer |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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I decided a long time ago I would use my secret drawer to hide stuff there my drawer was at the bottom off to the side out of sight it was my special drawer I had visions of what I would put in it . . . old Joe DiMaggio and Pee Wee Reese baseball cards and other sundry odds and ends pieces of my life special pieces demanded a special drawer over these long, long years which have rushed by at such a fast clip I found I was in too much of a rush to bother putting things in the drawer I wonder if the drawer understood the neglect of all those years it was only yesterday I finally got around to opening the drawer it creaked some lack of attention I imagine or exclamation of surprise I placed what I had in the bottom of the drawer closed it up and wept . . . for what I'd placed there in that special drawer of mine were the missing memories memories I neglected to make through the years ah, those missing memories they're the worst they can't be reclaimed to give me another chance my non-memories are there forever and ever in my secret drawer ~ 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name. ~ |
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Deep Blue Member
since 2007-05-27
Posts 73 |
We often let precious moments slip on by and we don't give them much thought. But they still reside deep inside, till some time in the future they resurface. We then reminisce on what we miss, missed, and wish that we had given it more attention back then. We are saddened because the past is gone, but to recall something from the dephts of your being is better than not recalling at all, for it is still alive within you. I think that is what you are saying, correct me if i am wrong. Anyhow it was a lovely read, and i often reminisce also. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Deep Blue, I so appreciate your input. Actually, in this case the memories were never made. My children, all three of them, located me in the lost and found of missing fathers. I am the luckiest man alive that they did, but those non-memories are exactly that, non-memories, and it is difficult to relieve them, I can only dream of what could have been. ~ 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name. ~ |
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