Early Winter

Penned beautifully Chris!

Thanks, TL. C.

As needed.....

A beautiful write, Sir.

Early inspiration.....Winter.

Thank you, M.

My mother died of breast cancer 10 years ago on September 12.  Her ashes are spread at the base of this bench, and this is the meeting place where my siblings and I come to meet to talk about the real things. If someone says,"Let's go for a walk," and then they end up walking to this spot and sitting down, there will be tears and memories.  No one ever gave so much permeating and inspiring love, and this is the work that never ceases from day to day and on into the night....listening as if the world is right here and nothing else will ever matter as much as being a friend and letting you know that you matter.

I love this idea. I want no sterile grave. I want mine spread around a bench at the dog beach. =)

I think I like your mother.

She would have liked you.....One time I stopped in a snow storm and picked up a hitch hiker in the middle of the night and brought him home to my house..everyone was asleep, and it was snowing hard, so I let him stay in my room, I was 16.
 
In the morning, I brought him to the breakfast room and looking up at him my mother asked, "White or wheat toast?"  Not a word about his being there unannounced or his further travels.

From the harshness comes sweetness.Beautiful...peace to you and your family :)

After all is said and done, I feel like she is just now kicking in for the main event..thanks!

loved the last stanza rt!

Winter is just early early Spring.