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Hardwood & Linoleum following LA
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Hardwood & Linoleum following LA |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Hardwood & Linoleum following LA perhaps because I was still small, or the first house had outgrown us, or because the yard was so big, that the farmhouse turned our house in Nipomo seemed big, too the long expanse of hardwood floored living room was all that I could see, that, and the fireplace which was not centered but resided just the opposite side of the wall that held the kitchen’s linoleum floor that swayed in the middle “folks say they square danced in here, Mom” Dad said, taking her up by the small of her back whisking her and the babe growing round and round until his just holding her brought her giggles, our giggles following, echoing like marbles along the kitchen’s linoleum He could walk the long length of hardwood in his boots like an Indian, his heritage of long ago showing in his silent footsteps and we often caught her twirling on the linoleum or humming alongside his whistle I would sit at the front door’s first corner on the left and make myself smaller than I was hiding behind my knees peeking over their scabs to watch the fire place’s fire shimmer and dance in a tango on the hardwood’s gleam the color of the woods multi-hued in my memories but mostly recalling deep golden browns that tinged a bit of cinnamon warm that was more passionate than the linoleum and held no sway I think both rooms were fit for dancing and even though there wasn’t one, the living room could have held a candelabra she could have been Ginger he could have been Fred they fit the time they had the soul and they both stepped lightly across the hardwood and linoleum following LA Karilea |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Oh ... I just LOVE this ! ! It crawled up and *hugged* me ! ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
What lovely memories for a young child to keep and bring forward all their days..Very touching, very nicely done...most gentle smile, Sissy |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
What I would give for just one marble bouncing on a linoleum floor, Karilea. Thank you so much for sharing your "bag of marbles" with us. I loved this one. ~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them as tomorrow may never come ~*~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely told... funny how perpsective and size change as we get older..and rooms once large enough to get lost in are now, small enough to feel cozy in.... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
That just two-stepped right into my heart. well done. |
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