You Are So Dearly Loved

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This husband and I…

Went to a park…admired the clear waters of the river…the amazing rocks beneath the bridge…guessed at what fanciful creature made its home…in the not so secret hole…in the large looming tree…

Eyes were drawn…to a beautiful path…traveling over a small hill…a puzzle of grey stone…curving up and around towards the river…this old gal wondering where the sidewalk went…began to walk…strolled around the curve…crested the small hill…then abruptly stopped…and thought…

So this…is where the sidewalk ends…and remembers days gone by…reading those poems by Shel Silverstein…delightful poems…clever poems…humorous poems…one of them aptly named…Where the Sidewalk Ends…

But this sidewalk…this fairy garden sidewalk…comes to a bitter end…an ugly…twisted…painful looking end…and so it is…this old gal pondering…how will it look…when her sidewalk ends…surely not like this…leaving behind rubbish…ugly…gnarled…painful…that which turns others away…

No…when her sidewalk ends…although the path wasn’t perfect…some trips…some falls…some bumps here and there…it is the hope…that anyone who walked a part of it with her…will be left with a clear path ahead…knowing…how important…appreciated…cherished…and so dearly loved…they were…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…