With Healing Comes Peace

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That mother of mine…

Died suddenly…23 years ago…twas a whirlwind…moved quickly…funeral…sell the house…sell belongings…

Didn’t keep much…didn’t want…to keep much…too much pain…that mental illness…manipulations…mind games…needed to let it all go…

But the past…has a way of catching up…familiar items…just like her items…suddenly…everywhere…

The neighbor’s pot holding flowers…that wooden wall clock with the golden face…the aluminum covered dish…with the dainty tulip handle…

That dish…our dish…was the baked bean dish…every holiday…it graced the table…holding the long-standing…family favorite…

But something about this dish…on the Goodwill shelf…made the heart hurt…loved those beans…loved that dish…why…would we ever…get rid of it…

Heard from that brother of mine…don’t talk often…when what to my wondering ears should I hear…

Remember that silver baked bean dish of Mom’s…

Can’t even remember what the story was…relief flooding in…to find out…so many years ago…he…had taken it home…

And so it is…in life…with age…with wisdom…with…healing…some things…lose importance…where others…find a way…to reclaim…our hearts…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…