I also remember my dad saying, when I was in graduate school, “Don’t forget to save time for your own work.”
He was so brave when he had cancer in the fall of 1982, and when he died in 1983. I was 29. I finished my degree in part to honor him. This was at Northern Illinois University. My mom was so young too.
I’m finding it handy to have the envelop of stamps that no longer fit. Now when I have overweight letters I just go in and find two old stamps to fix to get the amount needed. I have trouble remembering the overweight (extra ounce) amount.
Hi, Tom, That’s exactly what I’m doing. When I saw this sketch, it only reflected what I’ve been dealing with these last weeks. So many memories. So much to go through. I never expected to have to go back and review life. But I find myself at a place now where forward is blocked and the only way forward is backward… backward walking! 🙂
Yay Words! 
Saturday morning
Don’t forget to pay your bills
My fathers last words
Love your haiku. Sounds like my father too.
I also remember my dad saying, when I was in graduate school, “Don’t forget to save time for your own work.”
He was so brave when he had cancer in the fall of 1982, and when he died in 1983. I was 29. I finished my degree in part to honor him. This was at Northern Illinois University. My mom was so young too.
Blessings, Ellen
Those things are like photographs in our minds… Blessings to you too…
old letters–
the yellowing scent
of decayed words
morning emails —
I can’t remember the price
of a first-class stamp
That makes two of us– good one, Angie!
thanks, cara!
I had a box of stamps with three different postages — finally figured out one was *really* old, one was for oversized mail, and one was current… 😀
I’m finding it handy to have the envelop of stamps that no longer fit. Now when I have overweight letters I just go in and find two old stamps to fix to get the amount needed. I have trouble remembering the overweight (extra ounce) amount.
That’s why I stick with “forever” stamps now!
a bygone passion,
written heartfelt sentiments
– miss the excitement
love letters
wrapped in red ribbon
the rosary a symbol of that promise
your fragile touch
the scent of mornings
old letters
letters, letters
so few in my drawer
sending only e-mails
30 years of memories
scattered around the house
the life I once lived
into today…
more images scanned
of yesterday
Hi, Tom, That’s exactly what I’m doing. When I saw this sketch, it only reflected what I’ve been dealing with these last weeks. So many memories. So much to go through. I never expected to have to go back and review life. But I find myself at a place now where forward is blocked and the only way forward is backward… backward walking! 🙂
on her old letters
my grandmother’s handwriting…
gossamer strands
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dried leaves…
hoping old letters
will bring her back
In the attic
reading my grandmother’s
love letters
Love letters unsent,
love letters unread.
Faith in perfect love.
snowdrifts
reading the letters
he never sent
I know I saved the letter, but couldn’t find it yesterday. So from memory–
old letter from Mom
in Latin and English
“if you carry the Cross,
the Cross will carry you”
attic box
an old hymn
we all sang
or maybe:
the must from her hat box
a hymn
we all sang
Hi Peter,
Wonderful haiku. I’ve heard stories of older people with memory problems, in many ways, who still remember the old hymns.
PS I like your first version best!
Thank you Ellen, I appreciate the feedback. –Peter
held down
by one finger
sound of a bow
the scent of snow . . .
a forever stamp
on your breakup letter
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