…and the pleasures of living with you forever. (Psalm 16:11 NLT)
What will we really do all day in eternity?
Savor sweet, just ripe strawberries?
Walk our dogs without leashes?
Drink rust-tinted coffee on our porches?
Stroll with our favorite Aunt B along the beach, choosing shells inlaid with indigo?
Play board games on rainy days?
Will everyone own a little brownstone cottage on the lake with bicycles and boats to transport us along the shore?
Collect mugs that remind us of a place, a person, or a pastime?
Live on our Intuition and never long for home?
Never weep because happy times were over?
Never have to say good-bye?
Never have to die?
I dedicate this poem to my Aunt Bev who left us this year to enter eternity. I dearly miss her and all the happy times we had at the Lake and cottages over the years. (Her and I pictured below, when I was a little girl 😊)
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