Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Gentle Picture
The hand worn with age feeling the weight of the diamond placed there so long ago reaches towards his face. She places her hand gently upon his cheek trying to hold onto the moment. He smiles as broad as wide can be; the gleam and sparkle evident in his eyes. They both remember. Together they are one tied by the past and the memory of one who did not graduate this day but graduated to another life. And they are grateful that the 'say one thing do another is gone.' Grandmother to time and holder of history lives the past in an instant and turns gently towards the future.
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