Oh the comfort--
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person--
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together,
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

"Friendship" by M. M. Craik

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


Florence and her beloved dog Buddy,
circa 1930.
Many the memories
I've stored away
Of friends and places
For a rainy day.

Pictures I've taken
Letters I've saved;
Scrapbooks are filled;
With paste I've slaved.

I'll never regret
The time I spent
Storing up memories
Wherever we went.

And some day I know,
When we're too old to roam
We can live all over
While sitting at home.

      ~Pauline Mulford

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