Pick it apart to glue it together again,
But how?
with places or people ,
Telling bright stories ,
Old Folks’ memories ,
With several woes to keep it real ?

A beautiful child, exploring unafraid.

Selected arrangements of light and color
Coming, going, staying, leaving,
Tied in the privilege of lives well-lived.
Joys remembered, wars recalled,
Never striking a chord, merely a sanctuary bell,
Designed to reverence the day.

Char James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia