I was reading through
a treasured book today.
If I had not had
school to do with my sons,
I would have read all
day long.
I would have lingered
over the words
and placed myself in
them.
Because the author
had that ability.
To make me feel as if
I were there.
As she remembered her
past.
As she wrote about
her present.
As she looked to her
future.
I didn’t have the
time today to read it all.
Because, just as she
wrote about in her time of raising children,
my children’s needs
come before my wants.
But I will return to
her words
and let them make me
feel
and smile
and cry
as they nourish my
heart
and renew my mind.
For those words
written about
that past –
that present –
and that future –
were all written by
my Grandma Caviness.
When my house was her
house,
she penned the words
that today, as I sat
in my dining room
(where she likely did
most of her writing),
came alive once
again.
Some say I write like
her.
What a compliment.
I don’t know if I’m
as good of a writer as she was
but one line I read
today definitely let me know
that I am at least like
her.
And it made me laugh
out loud when I read it.
For I have written almost the exact same thing
twice in the last 5 days
to 2 different people.
