A ‘Thank You’ note πŸ™πŸŒΊ

Over the years
Over many
A luncheon
And
Dinner date
We’ve shared
A hot meal
Philosophy
Psychology
Poetry…
Life on a plate

Meandering down
Memories
Of before and after
You’ve brought
Wise insight
And contagious laughter
To simple moments
Threaded together
Into days and years
Smiles and tears
Faith and fears…

An engaging tapestry
Hand-woven
With care
Strong enough
To shelter
Wide enough
To share… πŸ’–

For all this
And more…
Thank you!
πŸŒΊπŸ’•

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Sometimes…Β 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us 

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that, sometimes, we forget…. . . 
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Sometimes…Β 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us us

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that we forget…. 

The Pressed Rose

Remember the joy of coming across a forgotten pressed Rose? A first Valentine memory or a beauty that one wanted to always remember….So one found a book of poetry or whatever it is that one was reading at that time and placed it between the pages and shut the book gently…
And there it lay, a pressed rose, exuding its fragrance and coaxing it into the aging pages of your cherished book, till one day, years later, you chance upon it once again and you drop everything to just sit and reminisce about that small yet beautiful moment in life…

One that came back on the delicate wings of a pressed rose.