Sift lightly through my memory,
let me catch a bit of thee,
.
I slumber in the speckled sun,
my laces – they have come undone,
.
fall softly through an open dream,
you bring berries, I’ll bring cream,
.
we’ll build a tower, peal the bell,
no stranger, love – I know thee well.
.
© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
No sweeter memory to have than what is represented here in you fine poem.
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Thank you for your kind words, Charlie.
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Sometimes your writing takes this follower into the 1700’s…
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Always good to hear from you, Lindy Lee! I was maybe channeling Mayberrie a bit – but at the same time it was meant for the present.
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“My laces they have come undone….” brilliant!
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Thank you so much, Cynthia!
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So simple, Betty, it is almost a lullaby to love. Beauty falls on the ear and in the mind’s eye in a way that lilts up your day.
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Thomas, thank you, as always! Yes, a lullaby to love – I like your way of putting it.
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Fabulous!! I agree with all the other commenters!
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Thank you muchly! 🙂
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Images of love … I drink them in
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Glad you liked this one, Peter!
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I dont like simply agreeing with other comments but that is what Im doing here Betty. This is exquisite; Ive read it quite a few times and its just wonderful.
Love and hugs
xxx
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Christine, thank you so much – I’m honored by the word “exquisite”!!
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A delightfully delicate touch you bring to this rosy moment in time, suspended forever.
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Thanks, Ben – that’s what I was going for – “delicate” – glad it came through.
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Gosh, I love the way you write, Betty. This one feels like the peal of a bell to the soul. Beautifully elegant.
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Angela, a belated thank you for your kind comment! 🙂
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Me thanks you! 🙂
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Stunningly simple … and that is no easy thing to achieve. Your have a lullaby-lovely soul, Betty, and it shines through in your writing! XO ♥
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