by Florence Ondré c. 9/5/11
Do they remember?
What do they remember; growing up; the good times; the bad; the joys;
the sorrows; the lessons I taught; the energy in which they were taught?
Do they remember the kindness; the silly; the serious; the laughter;
the love?
How do they perceive and pass on these things?
Do they remember the warp and the wealth;
the ills and the health?
And how did living with me affect them? In what ways were they shaped?
What ways do they pass on to their children?
Are their kindnesses, boundary settings with their children reflective
of my power of example, added to with the shine of joy they beam to their children?
What failing and mistakes of mine became their opportunities to find
their own better ways?
Do they remember?
Did they see the efforts on my Mother/Father part to give them more than I had?
Do they remember food stamps and welfare in proportion to prosperity?
Did they know the truth? Do they Care?
Do they have gratitude for the simple things?
Will they wonder these things years from now too?
I know I am eternally grateful for their being gifts every day of my life.
They grew to wonderful persons with family and paths of their own.
And I grew….older.
Do they have a light dusting of appreciation to occasionally waft my way in their busy lives?
I wonder.
I wish.
And then, at the end of a silver heartstring, I let go and simply keep on loving;
unconditionally loving… and letting go becomes the next gift.
eFlorence 
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