Looking Back
reflection in the mirror
of what has been
but never really was
is it an addiction
to fading memories?
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Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
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ReplyDeleteLooking back can often be distorted - but fun to do! YAM xx
You are so right. That particular photo was an intersection on a road traveled by Gene's father during his years building his business in Aurora. The road led to some of the parts suppliers in the Springfield area. Of course, we used the road for the same purpose in the late 1970s. Later we lived just about a couple of kilometers north of it and would drive it frequently. It was really fun to see the changes. namaste
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