Reminders to save the date for future marriages long since busted up,
Souvenirs bought seasons ago on trips to lakes, and parks, and family resorts,
Ads from local businesses with telephone numbers no longer in service.
These, all mixed in between yesterday’s artwork and tomorrow’s to do list, still decorate the beige refrigerator door.
Yet it’s the memory of those cheap, plastic, magnetized red letters, the ones once placed at child-eye level, that will never get old.
A time when little hands attached to little bodies formed words for us to notice – some real, some imagined, some just re-arranged in undefined order.
Sometimes the heart aches for a simpler time.
Even one that never really existed.
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