Time gives gifts unknown at the time
precious memories as rust takes shape,
letting go of reminders
knowing the time to move forward
and embracing the newness to come.
So many places seen through glass
as sun and rain fell and each one comes
visiting when I turn and suddenly recall
battered now and failing
we reach out and hold tight to the good,
letting slip the not so much-
knowing nothing lasts forever
we slip into the interior for one last song
as the day grows long
and I may shed a tear
but after a week of learning
the difference between life and simply things,
make the letting go easier
for objects can always be replaced,
memories hang out like friends forever
and tomorrow dawns new and clear waiting
for a new trip and joy hitchhiking,
waiting to be picked up and brought along
for another ride.
Hubby went to move my car yesterday and as he got in, found there must be a good leak somewhere because after the hurricane, my car has 2 inches of water inside it. We knew her days were numbered but this sealed the deal. The blue kahuna will be utilized for parts hopefully for someone in need, just not wet floor mats….they will use the good stuff I’m sure. And no, it’s not a VW, I just love those things 🙂 picture found on Pinterest.
Amen to that!! 🕉️🔆
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Yes, reasons and purposes, the tree, the car and my job….by choice….no need for verbal abuse….nothing’s gonna change there….I want light, not depressed darkness😊💜
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It is….I love that car. I look at it like an organ donor in a way, her pieces will bring pleasure to others who need her, blessed to have had ten years with the blue kahuna😊💜
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Wow, Irma certainly left her mark on EVERYthing! Funny how sentimental we get about our cars. Sounds like she was ready though – like the tree. 😌
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It is a sad day to become divorced from an old and faithful car.
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Big hugs!
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that’s why I won’t drive it, the bearing is shot and don’t want to be zipping along and boom, break down in 90+ degree weather in the middle of traffic 🙂 bye bye old car friend 😉 it’s all good though.
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Sorry to hear about the car but glad you are safe! : )
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Down here gotta joyride before the snowbirds descend or its stand still traffic. I’m okay letting it go….we still have two other alternate cars I can use so all good😊
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Thanks Enchanted, a station wagon, my friend had one when I was a kid, did it have the way back seats that popped up?
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Thanks Tre, got some more reading catchup to do today, saved yours for uninterrupted pleasure😊 time for bye bye car this week. I’m good with it though, it made over ten years and I’ve more than gotten my money out of it😊
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Lots of character for sure😊
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Eek!
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Sorry about the ruined car. I love the nostalgia in your poem and the forward-looking hope for new days of joyriding.
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There’s nothing quite like a car well-used and well-loved. My family had an Oldsmobile stationwagon for years; it was hard to see it go. Best of luck on your car journey!
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Sometimes, we’re given our clues for letting go and sometimes, it just downright happens without warning.
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How I love rusty metal.
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