To a Keeper
It was a way of life and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing,
I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away...
Meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my husband died, and on that clear summer night,
In the warmth of the hospital room, I was stuck with the
pain of learning that someone there isn't anymore.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets
All used up and goes away... Never to return.
So... while we have it... it's best we Love it ... and care for it...
And fix it when it's broken... and heal it when it is sick.
This is true for marriage and old cars...
And children with bad report cards...
And dogs with bad hips...
And aging parents... and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we are worth it... some things we keep.
Like best friends that move away.
Or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important.
Like people we know who are special...
So we keep them close!