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  |  On the Porch with Pat
Come sit with me on the porch. We'll sip lemonade and talk. . . |
I'm a little pressed for time today, but Karen's prompt immediately brought to mind a piece I wrote not long after I joined Writing.com. Though I'm sure I could think of other inanimate objects which have a special meaning to me, I'm not sure that any one of them would surpass the significance of this one, so I'm cheating a little in today's blog. I'd like to share this piece with you because, after all these years, the old iron bunkbed still represents a very special place in my heart. Due to job restraints and some physical limitations I am no longer able participate as a counselor during my husband's session. I miss it terribly, and I sometimes go down for the weekend before our session starts. My best friend and her husband usually come down from Tennessee, so it's "Girlfriend Time" for us. We lie on those old iron bunk beds and talk until the wee hours of the morning, and we never run out of things to talk about! She's one of those friends I describe in the piece I wrote. I hope you'll read and enjoy this little piece of prose. Hey, Karen, I did end up editing it. That almost always happens when I re-visit a piece, so the blog prompt did its job, after all. 
"Be especially kind, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."  |
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