Walking around my parents’ house I stumbled upon my old rocking chair. I’m a little surprised that it’s survived this long. Maybe not completely survived, but mostly. Though rusty and torn it still rocks back and forth. I remember sitting on the front porch, watching people walk by as they headed downtown. I would see them in their fashionable clothes as they began their adventures. I remember listening to the church bells ring on a Sunday afternoon. I remember putting my feet up and enjoying the moment. I remember feeling secured within the stone walls and on the porch.
Memories are meant to be just that. Memories, nothing more than what we remember. Sometimes they are joyful ones and sometimes they are ones that can sting your heart. They are ones that we would rather bury away forgetting they ever happened; and some we replay to never forget. Whatever memory they may be, I feel each holds a lesson learned; stepping stones to get us where we are today. It’s taken me a while to admit to that.
Memories are never whole; they are what we believe to have happened. They are from our perspective the moment in our life. Some might see this rocking chair and only remember stubbing their toe while I saw it as a safe haven.
If there was such thing as a life-eraser that we could use I’m sure that we would all want one. We all have moments in our life we would rather just not have lived or experienced, or even do over all together. However, I firmly believe that without the mistakes, the tragedies or the blissful occasions we would not be who we are today nor would appreciate what we now have.
With love comes heartache, with sorrow comes joy, with failure comes accomplishment and with disappointment comes eternal peace
A rocking chair, sits humbly, rusted and torn
In the shadows it sits, no memories to mourn.
Waiting patiently for her return to that place
Of simpler times, a childhood now erased.
What once was a chair to be rocked to and frow
Now sits a woman that is eager to grow.
Stronger a wiser is what she will be
No longer a child
She has been set free.
Peace and Love
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